comin’ straight from the brain lyrics – damu ridas

[b-brazy & lil’ hawk]
crabs b**tch
can’t stop, won’t stop
mafia lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
now this is the moment that you’ve been waitin’ for
a n*gg* like the 10-4 mafioso
don’t f*ck up for nuthin’, hit and break ’em down
crenshaw mafia gangsta and i’m not? of pound

finally braze kick a m*th*f*ckin’ verse
told b*tch: hold the f*ck up and watch your f*ckin’ purse
cause i’m finna go crazy
it’s me b-brazy
bumpin’ all the ladies

[lil’ hawk]
now peep all game cause all game must get peeped
first n*gg* talk sh*t i’ma put his *ss to sleep
4-7 k n*gg* it’s the street slip
but i don’t trip m*th*f*cka? blood

now b-dog walkin’, talkin’ crabs in the streets
it’s the denver lane blood – hun’ and 9th street
crab n*gg*s can’t fade this and can’t f*ck with this
this y-g-b smokin’ on some hennessy

[lil’ hawk]
now as i hit the l block who in the f*ck that i be
with a red flag bhakis sag s to the p (b*tch)
my n*gg* had a sack, cup of ‘gnac, that’s my n*gg*
we don’t give a f*ck two y-g be crab killas

shootin’ dice, big tone and big gangsta pro
on the hun’ and ninth street to figueroa
the og’s doin’ their way baller than the yg’s
but we the young tyg n*gg* fig’ yg’s

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t give a f*ck, fill a n*gg* to the rim
jump in a mustang with mad eye to the brim
we got a dub-sack now we high than a m*th*f*cka
crenshaw mafia we don’t f*ck with no busta

set trip with bloods through the l gang don’t give a f*ck
if you talkin’ that sh*t you might get f*cked up
by the ygb’s: braze and k-p
hun’ and ninth to figueroa street biiiyaaaatch

[lil’ hawk]
one two motherf*ckin’ three (b-gang)
i don’t give a f*ck
b-s-b and i gots to give it up to the i-f-g

red hat
red motherf*ckin’ strings
ain’t a d*mn thang changed, mafia and these lanes
still doin’ this sh*t for the 1-9-9-5
so f*ckin’ high, b*tches know why

[lil’ hawk]
now i roll thru the streets of inglewood in l.a.
i be puttin’ down everyday, everynight c.k.
as i don’t give a f*ck, all bloods go to heaven
4 menace, crenshaw mafia is still 1-8-7

hit the dollars cause my homegirl trey dogg
got a gang of hoes that wanna f*ck us all
so we gon’ hit the pound of m*th*f*ckin’ jay z
me and the homie twit, mad mo, bee mike…

[lil’ hawk]
now as i party on the west side, it’s poppin’ at 10 but
how many trick b*tches gon’ get in?
they wanna swing on my nuts cause it’s the 3-1-8
sayin’ lil’ hawk yg up in my face

it’s like watch out for the tree
it’s the ygeee mr. b-bra-to the-zee
on the microphone like never before
let you know about the figueroa-figueora

[lil’ hawk]
style is wild is just that’s me
ooh wee
the c-m the y the g-b
godd*mn, i explode, i f*ck sh*t up
i ain’t don’t give a f*ck yg’s go nuts

now i can get
ol’ dirty b*st*rd
it’s me braze-daze that all
from figueroa and shot your car and bust the whole f*ckin’ window
i’m high off the motherf*ckin’ endo

[lil’ hawk]
but i can get gummyyy
you little dummyyyy
gimme your moneyyy
it’s kinda funnyyy but hold meee
homieee, sh*t godd*mn i get stupid
inglewood denver and back to?

now, shoot the dice what they hittin’ for?
i bail, i hit 9th for motherf*ckin’ 10 and the 4
now what you wanna do? i take that sucker bet
cause you’s a sucker-*ss b*tch
you ain’t fig and jet

[lil’ hawk]
but who the f*ck we and guess who to f*ck up?
we gank you at ten and you lay that monkey nuts now
what the f*ck your *ss gon’ do next
don’t even trip n*gg* you would get chin check

straight? you
then i take you in
chin in your face then go hittin’ your friends
cause i’m a bang to the boogie
boogie to the bang
this is west side denver lane gang

[lil’ hawk]
i don’t stand, can’t stand motherf*ckin’ y-b
but when i catch text kinda make me feel like i’m equal
to they devil-*ss but f*ck them and the crab
i don’t give a f*ck i just stand

it’s that n*gg* from figueroa street
the rider, the gang
the c-k, the rider, the motherf*ckin’ gang
the lane, we doin’ at the most
f*ck boovers, f*ck
bubble gums, f*ck this hoe

[lil’ hawk]
that’s motherf*ckin’ right especially you
motherf*cka that be claimin’ true flue
every f*ckin’ hood on that tape n*gg* f*ck you n*gg*s
i don’t give a f*ck, got my? to y’all

y’all dirty-*ss b*st*rd leave you? your boo-boo back
because you crab n*gg*s lookin’ crazy of b-dawg
lookin’ us b’d up like a son
d-o-b-g’d up with my f*ckin’ gun

/ damu ridas lyrics