Damu Ridas Ii (bloods) Give It Up Lyrics

Give It Up Lyrics

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[G''LEN]



16 months in the pen, now I'm fresh out



Scars on my knuckles from the Crabs that I socked out



Sportin' all red with the bald-head



Pumpin' lead with the infra-red, leavin' Crabs all dead



Fresh red Tay' ?? hat with the FUBU



Stand B'd up fool fuck wearin' boo-boo



West Side Killers claimin' Denver Avenue



And ain't goin' like



I fuck Crab bitches too with my hat on



I peel the Crab hood get my gat on



Flue hat and flue strings, you won't catch me with that on



But you can catch me in a party throwin' a Blood walk (WOOP WOOP)



Definitely dumb the Crab language, all I know is Blood talk like



Boda born nuts bandy boffee and bigarettes



Niggas and niggarettes, red rubber bands and berettes yeah



I'm sneakin' in Crab funerals like a spy



Just to see Crabs' moma cry







[B-BRAZY]



Give it up



WOOP! WOOP!



We all down too buzz



WOOP! WOOP!



If you bangin' nigga give it up







[DOGG]



And it's the type of shit gon' send me back to jail



To bustin' on niggas with Gauge shell



Fuck around and I'ma bail



Attack you with it, step you with it



Take your money and cap you with it



Tell your girl I'ma mack you with it



White and red pearl



Cadillac you with it



Face to face I might shake you with it



I'm on ?? with it



West Coast see was saggin' with carrying it



Rat pack crossing 'em out on the Denver with it



Bloods gangster and Crabs are scary with it







[B-BRAZY]



Give it up



WOOP! WOOP!



We all down too buzz



WOOP! WOOP!



If you bangin' nigga give it up







[LIL LEAK & B-BRAZY]



I just back to the hood



And I've already heard some bad new



The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool



We 'bout to get this nigga's back, grab the Mac, we about to go



Front Venice and catch this buster niggas on the road



Or maybe route



On west



At the liquor store



We about to catch him while he's slippin' and just kill him know



I hate Crabs from heart I let them ?? collar



And represent with only real motherfuckers



No bustas allowed



You know about this gangster shit



Bustin' on niggas that hate the gang I'm hangin' with



Niggas in the wrong colors gettin' tossed up



Can't go if you ain't gon' bust



If I die - bury me



Hang my balls in the tree on F-I-G



If they fall



Take about it



I bet it they taste like a 109







[B-BRAZY]



Give it up



WOOP! WOOP!



We all down too buzz



WOOP! WOOP!



Red strings in our Chucks



Henneby



And a gang of weed



And a proper-ass bitch to skeez







[G''LEN, DOGG, B-BRAZY, LIL LEAK]



One-two?cannot buckles? in my shoes



Just right red strings, sportin' Dickies and hang



Joy riding off P.T.



And my momma call when my Doggs jumpin' out sockin' Crabs I don't D.P.



Dirty Chucks in the jail house



Quick to push up this situation now it dips and push ups



They get pumped up



To run up and get socked up



Backed on with the hood blocked out



B-Braze 9 ?? of braids (WOOP WOOP)



Red strings, Figueroa gang



Tired of y'all niggas tryin' to bite the WOOP



So I'm dumpin' out on you fools out the Broam Six-Deuce (WOOP WOOP)



I'm a G-ride drivin', C-K Ridin'



Damu Blood bangin'



Fuck what you claimin'



Aimin' 4-5's and 9's



Throwin' gang sign



Put the infra-red beam Blood



Get 'em everytime







[B-BRAZY]



Give it up



WOOP! WOOP!



We all down too buzz



WOOP! WOOP!



Red strings in our Chucks



Henneby



And a gang of weed



And a proper-ass bitch to skeez...