104% No Kut

歌手： Bloods • 专辑：Damu Ridas II - How Deep Is Your Hood • 发布时间：2009-04-07 
Oh yeah b***h
We back in this mutha****a
For the b***h with the shit b***h (West Side)
West Side b***h, you know I'm sayin'
(... mutha****in' cut man)
Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood, b***h
You know I'm sayin'? On the solo-bolo tip, b***h
(Representin')
Yeah b***h, a 104% No Kut b***h (that's right)
You know I'm sayin'
Busta-ass niggas you know I'm sayin'
Couldn't even look out for the homies and shit, you know I'm sayin'
Coward-ass niggas you know I'm sayin'
(Real BLOODS!)
Nigga-ass niggas you know I'm sayin'
Still tryin' to pay the roll you know I'm sayin'
Like they just G you know I'm sayin' (bustas)
Don't wanna get the homies their props though but uhm...
I'm 'bout to give it up for my niggas though, you know what I'm sayin'
It's Damu For Life, b***h (West Side - Inglewood)
It's the Hood for life b***h, you know what I'm sayin'
(B***h!)
Inglewood For Life, b***h
We don't give a ****, b***h
104% No-Mutha****in'-Kut b***h
Drop the beat *****!
A 104% No Kut
(Mutha****as out there can't fade me...)
(Lil' Hawk)
A hundred and four percent no kut on this mutha****in' flow
Non-stop freestyle just to let you niggas know tha
I don't need no ****in' pen and paper
Keep it one in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y.G. Gangsta
Ain't no mutha****in' joke so you best to recognize
You can't **** with this, this the O.G. West Side
The best side, now let me get my slip and slide on
WOOP WOOP in the Coup, ??? get my glide on
Ride on up this... um... biggety block
I got my hand on my giggety Glock and watch me piggety pop
You gets mopped, if you want to scrap
And if you didn't know Inglewood is on the m-eez-ap
Red and black Pumas on my feet when I step
And I don't give a **** about you trying to get no rep
You better know
This I am - who you ****in' with
Red Riding through your hood makin' these niggas duck quic
You little b***h, you want to step to the black to
B***h I ain't never had no mutha****in' flat to
Four braids goin' to the back
Keepin' all the hoes riding on my ****ack
And no kut to the punks that ain't down with this shit
I'm Lil' Hawk from the Mafia and I keep on makin' hits after hit
On these b***h-ass nigga
Wanna be a G suppose to be ass killas
Cupcake booty-ass b***h what's up
Want you come through the hood and let me play with your butt
You's a b***h, coward written all over your face
And all busta-ass niggas must stay in their plac
I'm tryin' to warn ya - to um...
Not get shot - with this mutha****in' Glock
You get the blood clot
It don't stop, I set up my clip and set trip
Whatever the ****in' tape fool
Where nigga that makin' his grip and um..
It don't matter what - label I'm on
Just as long as I'm gettin' paid when I'm on the microphone
Now who wanna ****ing come test my skills
You can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled
The **** back just like the banana
And I'm comin' mo' G than Tony Montana
I keep it slammin' like N-B-A jam
Like N.W.A. when they ****ed up the program
I might be, I'm too slick on the fade
I'm not Special Ed but you can say I got it made it
And I don't DJ for shit you know I'm quick to **** it up
With a lil' bit of bud and some drink in my cup, now
How many ho's wanna let me ****?
And how many niggas gon' be down for the **** suck
I gots to have it like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it
My d**k's stick shift and my p***y is automatically on dut
Like all of the time
And a nigga like me wanna hit it from behin
I'm not Snoop but I'm quick to diggety-dogg the cut
Making the niggas say: 'ooh, don't stop!
MAKE MY P***Y FEEL GOOD
And now I'm almost my wayback to the hood
Inglewood
On top of the mutha****in' map
1-0-4/C-M-G and you know where's at
You best to pack your strap
It ain't no mutha****in' rescue
9-1-1 is a mutha****in' joke fool
You gots to deal with the B-D-O-G's
And I'm saggin' to my mutha****in' knees
All I see is murder, death, kill
And that's the ****in' reason why I lie, cheat, and steal
I keeps it rollin'
In this game that I've chosen
Like Ice Cube I'm - leavin' niggas froze
And don't be caught slippin' when it's after dark
Cause the niggas with no heart be the first to get sparked b
This young-ass mutha****in' G
Two Twenty Third Nineteen Seventy-Three, I'm
Flexin' style like this Crens that I've been
There's no beginning and there is no end, I gets
Wicked
I even gets stupid like my nigga S-
And we don't smoke loop trick
Is just some pure bullshittin'
And **** all y'all Don Juanas
Come take a little trip with me
Back down Mafia Lane on this M-I-C
To the day, I die like my niggas di
Like we promised to
Ever since we was kids
I'ma ride for this, I will die for this
I got a tear on my eye cause I even cry for this
Ride, slide through the West Side
Thinking to myself: b***h I ain't scared to di
Take me, I'm ready **** it
1-8-7 and thank God for lettin' all Dogs go to heaven
This little skinny nigga don't give a fuc
104% no mutha****in' kut, bitc
Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talkin' about nigg
And you think you can get some, *****
Bring it on *****
And you'll be catching mutha****in' slugs to your mutha****in' dome
West Side nigga
And we don't give a **** nigg
Inglewood in the mutha****in' house
Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch
Aw **** you know I'm sayin' yeah
It's that bomb shit nigg
You just can't **** with this
I know you hate this
Ooh, I know you hate this but you already know nigga YGB's are the braziest
(Mutha****as out there can't fade me)
Ohh yeea-a-ah
I said CRENSHAW!
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