[Intro: B-Brazy]
(Mothafucka, bring it on!)
Woop woop, geah
(Mothafucka, bring it on!)
Bang this shit nigga, yeah, bang this shit, nigga
[Verse 1: B-Brazy]
I shoot the clear red dice with the white dots on 'em
And I’m on 'em and buckin' 'em and don’t nobody want 'em
Cheat on me, I’mma jump on 'em, knock 'em out, dump on her
And stomp on 'em with the gangsta boot
Y’all niggas think y'all cute but y’all broke like me
Ain’t there a mothafucka out there could be my G
And y’all ain’t put in no work since '83
Now fifty sack, any gat, nigga on me
I be’s the braziest nigga out the pack
That put y’all niggas out on the rack and buy a sack
I can't relax, nigga done been through too much shit
The homies die, I CK Ride and all that shit
And fuck a bitch that he say she say shit
I’m gon' be rich for curb servin' too, I’d rather do licks
And spit this gangsta shit to every bitch I meet
And hit the corner draggin' the bumper and scrapin' the street
Still the All Stars floatin', Khakis, Turkish Rope
A silk shirt with two buttons, now ain’t that somethin'?
Ain’t no stoppin' me nigga, I’m still gon' hang with them Lanes
KP and Laniak, DL, goin' out with a bang, for the Lanes
[Verse 2: Spyder]
Nigga, I can make your heart beat then make it stop
To the streets, everybody shake the fuckin' spot
I know you high but you keep woopin' and smashin'
Strappin' and blastin', always ready for action
Assassins, murderers, killas, real dogs
Ready to feel y’all, willin' to kill y'all
Bow down, fall, crawl, hold up nigga, pause
Westside Crenshaw Mafia
Gangsterism comin' killin', bring it, blame me
The same young mothafuckin' G, SP
Don’t test me, fool I’ll leave you alone
While I woop on the streets 'til I get dump
It’s on and crackin' like some accidents in yo town
Can you go the whole four rounds? You’s a hoe now, oh
Take it how you want it bitch, this is Westside
'Til I dizz-ie I’m hig-zzhie so wizz-ie
And I’ll fuck it up like this, comin' sick like a G
Westside B, I’m comin' G'd off the weed, mothafuckin' stress
And I put it to the test and I don’t give a fuck, to the mothafuckin' heart to chest
I’m a Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta nigga and I’ll bank ya nigga
I won’t thank ya nigga when I gank you for all the shit you own
It’s 10-4 Mafioso and nigga I’m full grown, dog
Crenshaw Mafia fool and I’m comin' up
With the gangsta shit, tryna come up
On some fuckin' cheese and cabbage, I’m a savage for my cream
The Crenshaw Mafia gangsta on the scene
Lookin' mean mug, Crenshaw Mafia Blood, I don’t give a fuck, nigga
And I bust nigga and I don’t trust a mothafuckin' ratty rat bitch
I’m a sick mothafuckin' terrorist when it comes to this, nigga
[Scratches]
[Mothafucka, bring it on!]
[Verse 3: OYG Lil' Hawk]
Now I woke up late at about noon
Realize I had to be in the Bottom real soon
Nigga, I jumped up out my bed, nigga my khakis was already creased
Woop woop, I got schooled by my nigga SP
Gangsta, gangsta, that’s what the fuck I be yellin'
Everytime I be bailin', nigga ain’t no mothafuckin' tellin'
When I’m startin' to woop woop, niggas woop woop with my niggas
We don’t be givin' a mad fuck 'cause we them number one Crab Killas
That be puttin' it down, worldwide, nationwide too
And I don’t be givin' a fuck 'cause I’m that little Damu
That be representin' my turf, givin' it all to the good
'Cause these niggas know wassup nigga, OG Inglewood
Nigga, the city of the Bloods 'cause we be dumpin'
Havin' 'em comin' and breakin' 'em off, these niggas ain’t talkin' about nothin'
'Cause they be bitch to me, straight snitches to me
And y’all be knowin' about them niggas on CK Bentury
'Cause we be knowin' for fuckin' niggas up all the time
Niggas I bail down the line with my mothafuckin' nine
Nigga, you don’t wanna be me 'cause nigga I put it down
From the streets in TV, man you don’t wanna be me
Lil YGB that be gangsterism, bitches all up on my nuts straight showin' me favoritism
But I don’t be givin' a mad fuck about no mothafuckin' rat bitch
I’m needing to get my cheese, get the fuck up off your knees
Now please, do you understand?
Niggas try to come with that shit but they can never be the man
My plan is the bombest and I’m the realest
Nigga I’m from the mothafuckin' Inglewood, the Bottomsville style, wow, ooh shit
I keep it poppin', ain’t no mothafuckin' stoppin', up and down the block and
Good, now I’m keepin' it crackin' like some mothafuckin' yay
Spell my name L-I-L H-A-W end's the K with a bang, nigga
[Outro]
[Mothafucka, bring it on!]
Woop
