Damu Ridas - C-K Free Style Lyrics

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WOOP

Aaawww shit!

WOOP

Free Style

Biiitch

Nigga, WOOP WOOP

West Side

Free Style

Hawk in the mothef*cker, WOOP WOOP

M and the L

F*ck your gang

Free Style nigga in this motherf*cker, you don't hear me dough, know I'm sayin'

You know I'm sayin'

Yeah

And she bangin' though nigga, that's what I wanna know

Y'all niggas talkin' that shit Blood

But nigga she bangin' though



[ALL THE DAMUS SHARE THE MIC]

C muthaf*ckin' K, about to take you once again

Kickin' down the door with Big Ben and Lil' Joe

You didn't know it's still flow

It's the same f*ckin' thang fool

Bangin' with the Lanes...

Aw...Aw... it's the Y-G Braze

Bitch, here I come

Being off Bacardi and the Hennessy Rhum

And bitches be swingin' on this 1-0-9 thang

I'm C-K ridin' like it ain't no f*ckin' thang

Over the wall, over the fence, comin' outta the cut

It's the Y-G about to light your ass up

Now how many niggas wanna take a trip with me?

Through the capital I to the N-G

Can I get a WOOP WOOP for the homies, I thought you knew

I hit you up with this L, it's from the West Side Denver Avenue

Khakis straight creased, red Chuck on my feet, long hair

And hit you up with the motherf*ckin' B

Aaawww shit, the Y-G, the Hawkster

Where the f*ck I'm from nigga?

CRENSHAW MAFIA!!!

What street? Shit!

Nigga beginnin' to f*ck with

The nigga that be

F*ckin' it up and nigga it just don't quit

But like damn, oooohh-weeee

Guess ?? the mic

?Tear? it to the rhythm gotta put it on the mic (right!)

Where the M and the L crew, the L and the M crew

West Side muthaf*ckin' Gangstas do this shit

And we do this shit like it ain't no motherf*ckin' thang

This is Y-G gangsta Braze from the Denver Lane gang (gang!)

Doin' this shit cause I'm a Boover/Crispy killa

A hun' and 9th street West Side motherf*cker...

Well, it don't stop and your ass in the cut

I'm 'bout to light your ass up, you know what's up, nigga

Up and up in the way it's Lil' Y-G Hawkster

Breakin' their ass some' proper you know what's the flow I'm outta door

... Figueroa it's me K.P. (bitch)

A down Y.G. hittin' you up with this West Side B's

I got the Y-G's on the side

They do an homicide, f*ck Cheese Toast and Boover

I'm down to C-K (Boover you all die!) WOOP WOOP!

Now - nigga

What the f*ck is up (oooh!)

It's me Little Hawk and my fast cherry Chucks

Like - dumped out the Crab my

Shoes is kinda bloody (damn!!!)

But that's what the f*ck you get

Swingin' on my woody, aw... bee-yaatch

You niggas f*cked up going around in the circle

Cause I'ma flow sucker Crab in the eye and it turn ??

I don't give a f*ck, yeah, I'm puttin' in work

With the big flamin red, C-K on my shirt

?? 'cause I'm Fig' f*ckin' flowin'

I don't be know one while these hoes be swingin'

Is it cause I'm flowin' got this bumpties everyday

I bust a C-K

With my nigga K-P or my nigga Eighty-Eight

1-0 the 4 street, West Side M and the L

Jammin' to the shit got it keep it with the B (bitch)

Awwww yeah... West Side C-K Ridin'... we don't give a...

Figueroa Street behind us D-L-Y-G's

K-P, B-Brazy, Hawk, young Y-G

S-P, we from Fig' and Century hittin' you up

F*ck Hard Time Bustas this is Denver Lane Blood

And I'm down 1-0-4 and Crenshaw lay back in the cut

If your ass came Crab in nigga you gettin' f*cked up (oh!)

It's the - freestyle flow that I puts it in the mix with it

One two three four five and - f*ck, killin' a motherf*cker...

???????

It's me B-Brazy blood, your big f*ckin' brother

Got beef ?? a nigga like me, a YG

Ten and five with three, f*ck Rice Crispies

It's the nigga (brrrr... nigga) Hundred and Ninth street

You don't wanna get stupid

What's up breakin' niggas like ??

Ahahaha, damn I ?? in the cut

I pulled out the 90 leathers ?? shot

Gangsta Dee roll with meeee up to the cut

Grab your shit and let's f*ck these niggas up (beeyaatch!)

Jump out the ride, dump these niggas

We don't give a f*ck because WE ALL CRAB KILLAS!

... a f*ckin' psyco with this freestyle flow

Aw you didn't know it's the 1-0-4

Aw... F*ck Dogg Pound nigga, f*ck y'all

C-K, aw shit, 1-0-9, aw shit

Nigga from Figueroa, it-it-it's K-P

Century, my homies from C.M.Y.G.

C-K nuggets with the P

I thought you understood

It's all to the good down West Side Inglewood

I'm from FIIIIGUEROOOA, FIGUEROA, FIGUEROA

Nasty hoes if you're ?? offend the flow

I got deep for dayz, yeah me Braze Daze

So as I hit the f*ckin' stages it's like

??? glazed

I got you fiendin' by the way I'm this Cadillac leanin'

I'm on 1-0-9 I'm outta space for my platinum Mac

But hold - f*ck up and let me take a

Motherf*ckin' flow, niggas don't know it's 1-0-4

But never ??? the f*ckin' up ?? more

Time my rhyme, committs the f*cker, ?? bust but (bitch)

Nigga be talkin' that shit but gets up my nuts in your - mouth

Hey yo watch out for Fig, we be down YG's

Ah yeah nigga

We hittin' niggas...