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Artist:	Damu Ridas (Bloods)
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[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

[B-BRAZY]

Biiitch I'm 'bout to come with that flow that's stupid

I don't smoke loop trick

Just pure marijuana

A O.G. behind us lookin' for Don Juanas

So I can light 'em up like a Philly blunt of ganja

(Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?)

Bitch I'm gonna kill me some Crabs

(Well what do you consider Crabs?)

Fags with flue rags

Well let the Crab-killin', bitch-killin' Braze hit the stage

Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get glazed

What's happ'nin' Blood? It's the Lanes, Grape Crab killa gang

Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood

Fool I'm rollin' with the killas bitch the Mafia Denvers

Couple of the Blood gangs that be ridin' on thangs

I'm cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich

Figueroa Rida Gang bitch, the street and the click

[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

[PIMP D]

Hoppin' to the '4

It's time to take a ride

With the muthafuckin' Damus Ride

Nigga from back side to side

Watch the three wheel motion

Headed on up and then we keep on boastin'

Flossin' on the D's, bitches all on them nuts

But this brazy-ass nigga

Ain't givin' a mad-ass fuck

About no slut

Oh, I never

I'm settin' off shots because I'm so damn clever

Now whatcha wanna do?

I'm down with the fuckin' Dogs from the East to the West

Statin' on the fuckin 'Shaw

So back the fuck on up B-I-tch please, it's the Y-G Pimp D

I'm in it for the cash money

Now what you talkin' about?!

NUTHIN' I SUPPOSE!

That's why we catch niggas slippin' on the Golden Chrome

Ahaha...

Nigga don't even try to figure

Why the Damu Ridas are the real cap peelers, nigga

[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

[B-BRAZY]

I need a shiny gold tooth

To match the naughty Daytons in the Coupe (Brazy ballin' now)

Now ain't that the truth

Wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the bitches

Sunday night you be

Everythang button on switches

It's about

Who's flossin' the most

And who's tossin' the most

And which muthafuckin' ride keep hoppin' the most

For the hoe's whoever toss the Brazy's deuce

All tryin' to get cute

For this nigga in the Coupe

That be rollin' 4 deep

Red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light

Tsoop! Raise the front hire

Just left the Denver Lanes we baravanning to the bumps

Quarter over in Crab hood Blood the One-Times got a Y-G bumped up

But they just gave mad at ticket so we West Side roll

So we all can go and bick it

At the party in the Dena's the M and L's keep it goin' on 'WOOP 'WOOP

1-0-9 'WOOP 'WOOP for 1-0-4

[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

[PE-NUT 2 : lane. in. piece.]

Pe-Nut Deuce on the twisters

Got 'em off swing

Blood I'm entertaitin'

Mafia Lane and

In a Lex ??? bumper them B-dog cut

So when I hit your ass up fool you better give it up

Rollin' with Eight and Braze, Hawk, Yak and Spider

(Damus and Ru's only roll with true C-K Ridas --> BRAZE)

Fuck beatin' 'round the bush, Denver Lanes on the map

And I feel like a mack twistin' up a dub sack

E-Bo and the Lanes be me hoppin' like a '4

And I hit a few more, let 'em swingin' little mo'

It's the Figueroa thugs, Y-G Bloods

Now let me hit the Henne-B so I can catch a buzz

When I'm slippin' and slidin'

On the West Side and

Crossin' on whoever ain't Damu Ride (fuck Individual's, Boover's...)

[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

[LIL' HAWK]

Front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride

It's me and my niggas rollin' through the West Side

Dipped than a muthafucka on D's, steady swervin'

Down Crenshaw, nigga's trippin' I'ma serve 'em

I'm not goin' out like these other niggas

You either blink wrong I'ma squeeze the fuckin' trigger

I'm not tryin' to be the man but I can be the man

So I hope you niggas and bitches really understand

Not to fuck around you gets clowned

Either way it go from the streets either on the studio

Where we don't give a fuck

And bring it on if you think you got nuts

Blood you better know the time

Because I love my 9, will relax your muthafuckin' mind

Shit, what can I say?

Rollin' in my ride nigga it's just another day

[B-BRAZY]

Let's get high biiitch

In my Damu Ride

Sittin' on the gold ones

Hittin' that side to side

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