YG - Still Brazy Album Lyrics

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Pops Hot Intro

[YG's Father:]
Daequan!
I told yo momma she should have moved!
All this bullshit, her fault!
Ms. "I Can't Leave Los Angeles California"

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Don't Come To LA

[Hook - SadBoy Loko & (YG):]
(Don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA)

[Verse 1 - YG:]
I don't give a f*ck who you niggas paying
Who name you saying, you ain't good around here
Cause y'all niggas f*cking up the rep
Ya'll playing with the set, it's really war round here
Shit I'm even having problems in the set
But I'm really from the set, y'all don't come around here
So when ya'll niggas hop of the jet
You better tuck what's on ya neck and get the f*ck from round here
Cause ya'll paying for the lifestyle that's watered down
Bompton! That where I'm from, shit is not allowed
Y'all out of bounds, keep that out of town shit out of town
You wasn't banging out of town, it's too late to holla now
Woah! I'mma get the OGs on board
And press the issues on you suckers
Whoa! Or hit you with a price you can't afford
Then catch yo ass slipping at the BET Awards

[Hook - SadBoy Loko & (YG):]
(Don't come to LA)Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA)

[Verse 2 - AD:]
Don't come to LA cuz
Outta town niggas watchin', wrong words get you sprayed, cuz
This shit for real, this ain't for play cuz
Lil' homies bustin' missions, ain't a match, you ain't a thang cuz
Don't give a f*ck who you gone, nobody scare me
Pirus love me solo all inside a rare breed
And shit I'm coming from a rare breed
Nowadays these niggas snitching give you digits off a scared plea
Hold on YG since you came out with BPT
These niggas think it's cool to come down to the CPT
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town
Now its Hollywood passes man that shit on water down, damn!
A lil' change got you workin' like a slave
Pac prolly rollin' in his grave, shit sad cuz
Ain't no more passes on the set
All you niggas out here f*cking up the west, oh god!

[Hook - SadBoy Loko & (YG):]
(Don't come to LA)Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA)

[Verse 3 - Bricc Baby:]
First off this a no fly zone
If you ain't know with the chrome, better take yo ass home
And get some first of the month, cash the checks, c'mon
Yeah you better check in if you niggas want room
Look, one call on my phone
My Tiny Locs pull up with that thing on your dome
Your money chain and rollie 60 seconds is gone
Man I rather text a nigga f*ck a feature for songs
Run up on 'em like nigga where the scene at
My niggas on go like 60 green lights
Just (*static*) got jacked trynna' eat right
With my niggas all drugs they don't think right
It's a recession man the hood f*cked up
If a nigga ain't trippin' got the heat in the club
You walk around like you can't get touched
But JFK was a president and still got his ass bust

[Hook - SadBoy Loko & (YG):]
(Don't come to LA)Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA) Nobody f*cking with me
I go broke rob fools for their jewelry
Stick yo hand up like you guilty
Doing things that my momma said I shouldn't be
(So don't come to LA)

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Who Shot Me?

Who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?

I'm like, "Damn, did the homies set me up?"
Cause we ain't really been talking much
I know that sounds sick, my thoughts dark as f*ck
Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up
Prolly was mad as f*ck when I walked out the hospital
Stupid ass motherf*ckers, thinking they was going to stop Gizzle
Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad
My lil bro still mad, domebody got to pay for that
My granny's prayers work cause it could've got worse
I'm talking pictures on the shirt
When the shots went off, I thought the spot was deserted
But nah everybody in the spot was just nervous
I don't like that, nah I don't like that, we can't go right back
So many niggas ready to go, we can go war with Iraq
They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward
Answer this, I got a million dollars

Who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?

Maybe it cause I f*cked Jamal bitch and I knew if he found out
Her scary ass was gon tell him about my hideout
Yeah they really came to the front door
But luckily we had something fatter than this 9 out
Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out
When he hit me first I shoulda been knocked out
All these maybe maybe maybe maybe's
I'm about to say f*ck it and start squeezing without aiming
I got trust issues if I don't f*ck with dude
My body language gon tell him I don't f*ck with you
I can't sleep at night this shit unbomftable
Having nightmares of me coming for dude
Having a hard time putting together two and two
They was in a brand new truck, somebody sent them dudes
They knew the code to my gate that was awkward
Answer this, I got a million dollars

Who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me
Motherf*cker who shot me?
Motherf*cker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?

Staring out the window
Smoking on this indo
Cause I don't know who did it but I know this
Bullets don't just go where the wind blows
So I'm looking under my nose
And it always comes from up close
But they can't stand me though

Niggas ain't do no damage though
Nigga bounced up that muthaf*ckin' hospital
That same night, walked that shit off
Like a motherf*cker gangsta is posed to, nigga, feel me
Like my mama asked this nigga
Like "Boy what's wrong with you"
Motherf*cker shot me, nah mama
None of these motherf*ckers can stop me, nah mama
Just got to walk it off mama
Who shot me?
After all the wicked shit I did
I knew karma was gon catch up with a nigga
(Hey nigga what you doing?)
Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this
(Nigga watch out, nigga you ain't coming in here)
Some nigga really tried to set me up
I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes
Like I said "You never know when it might brack off"
But I guess God has some other plans for me
Cause that shit ain't stop me

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Word Is Bond

If I told you I was back, nigga that's what it is
I run the left side of the map and that's what it is
My homie got that pack and that's what it is
If you ain't trying spend that hot box then that's what it is
If you don't want to get that money and act like a bitch
I'm the one get the money and pass it out to my clique
Cause everybody know I'm rich
Everybody everybody everybody know I'm rich
Put the squad on my back (squad)
Google maps will tell yo ass where it's at
Backseat full of bitches
You can say a nigga riding with that mack
Oh, life still krazy
New born baby, niggas I don't know still hate me
Facts never tripping
Personal message to them niggas, I'm shit on ya vicious

[Hook - Slim 400:]
My word is bond
My word is bond, my word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond, my word is bond
My word my word
My word my word, my word my word
My word my word
My word my word, my word my word
My word is bond

If I said I got it, I did that
Said we gon profit, I did that
My career you wanna follow cause I did that
Your favorite top model, I done did that
Had to put the black gates where I live at
Shooters on deck try to pull up you gon' get that
Mind of a maniac
Since I got popped, I purchased about 50 straps
If I mention yo name, I probably put you on
So I ain't talkin' bout no orders 'til the contract closed
Lookin' in the mirror like am I wrong?
Nah its business nigga don't take it personal
They gave me a game to my money
So when it get ugly shit ain't funny
Promise I'mma make it, hate me or love me
And I promise I'mma stay the same with this money

[Hook - Slim 400:]
My word is bond
My word is bond, my word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond, my word is bond
My word my word
My word my word, my word my word
My word my word
My word my word, my word my word
My word is bond

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Twist My Fingaz

You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands

Why all these rap niggas wanna be bloods?
Never see them in the hood only see them in the club
As Snaz snuck in with the snub, and I just left the block
Had the homies say I'm dumb
What's up with that, shit
Nigga I don't f*ck with that, shit
I'm 'bout to pull a Suge Knight and press the issue on sight
The real bloods either check or we own your ass
I'm with the sleeve flamed up but I woke up in my Polos
I rock a low cutting with my socks, like a cholo
I coulda got a ghost but I went and got a low low
This copying off you rap niggas is a no no
I can hop out solo, tucked is a 4-4
I probably need three more, cause these niggas is emo
And see my altitude, I have an attitude
But I'm a solid ass nigga, what you niggas mad at me for?

You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands

Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance

Hold up, I really got something to say
I'm the only one who made it out the west without Dre
I'm the only one that's about what he say
The only one that got hit and was walking the same day
I tried to pop first, got popped back
Got hit in the hip, couldn't pop back
Pass me y'all Buddha strap
You know we pop that, so please
Don't call me no rap nigga why?
Cause I be in the spot strapped nigga
All facts nigga, I don't wax nigga
You put Compton, I put Bompton on the map nigga
I heard they wanna do a background check
I got a mil in the cut, that's a background check
Damn and watch how they count my pockets
And get mad when I hit them with the I ain't got it
Gave you the game, now you think you popping
Alright f*ck y'all, I'm out, I'm out, I'm out

You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride
In the ride, in the ride
Got two mothaf*ckas wanna fight me outside
Fight me outside, fight me outside
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands
I just do my dance and cuff my pants
And twist my fingaz with my hands

Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance
Do your dance YG, do your dance

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Good Times (Interlude)

Soon as I thought I was having a good time
This nigga think he slick
See everybody trying hit me with the homie convo
And the homie convo
Turn into the money convo
I ain't gon' beat around the bush
Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars
My nigga
You the homie I know you got it

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Gimmie Got Shot

Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot
Nigga Gimmie got shot, hold up
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot
Nigga Gimmie got shot, uh

Gimmie wanted a lot
Gimmie wanted some money, Gimmie wanted a Glock
Gimmie wanted a spot at the top but he ain't work for it
Gimmie'll drown in that water without a surfboard
And I'm tired of that gimme shit
Cause my whole life ain't nobody gimme shit
Gimmie getting evicted on the first
And who did Gimme call? Nigga I was the first
Gimmie got handed everything he wanted when he wanted it
If he lost it, he wouldn't know how to recover it
Gimmie gon' f*ck around and be a nigga who's homie made it
Out the streets but he was on bullshit so he ain't come with him
Niggas be like "Give me a hand out"
YG be like "Why your grown ass hand out?"
"Uhhh, f*cked up my money, uhhh, shit got ugly ma
My baby mama was on me" Damn man, we real homies?

Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot

Soft early, get Gimmie what Gimmie was asking for
Couple months later, Gimmie start asking for more
Gimmie said he going through it, life hitting, he be starting to lose it
But every time I give him cash, he buys dro, he a doofus
So I say no and Gimmie took it how he took it
I said no for a reason, but he ain't asked, he said said "F*ck me"
And guess what I found out? Nigga what you find out?
Gimmie and my ex bitch was f*cking
Ooh, ah, it touched me
F*ck do I press him? Do I pop him? I need advice Father
"Uhh, I thought you ain't love me no more my nigga
I didn't know what to do, I had to f*ck one of your bitches"
See Gimmie all along was a cold nigga
Didn't give him what he wanted so Gimmie stole from niggas
And that's when I pulled out my Glock
Now everybody know how Gimmie got shot

Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot
Niggas be like "Gimme this, gimme that, gimme a lot"
Nigga Gimmie got shot

Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie
Gimmie, Gimmie

Gimmie wanted some money, Gimmie wanted a Glock
Nigga's be like "Give me a hand out"
My whole life ain't nobody gimme shit
G be like...YG be like, G-G-G-G be like, G be like
My whole life ain't nobody gimme shit

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I Got A Question

I got a question...

I got a question
When the police gon' stop pressing me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question
When them boys gon' stop pressing me?
When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question

Look, when them boys gonna stop pressing me?
Can't they tell I'm 'bout my business, I'm Jehovah, you my witness
See me making shit like uh for my motherf*ckin' children
Gotta pay out all commissions, gotta get it, obtain the vision
Homies switching, shit getting different
I'm making executive decisions
To a broke boy I never listen, f*ck your permission
And 4Hunnid niggas in the building now
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
Oh, oh, oh Lord
Bitch we go hard, go hard, go hard
To all my niggas above the law
Cause we don't really f*ck with 'em
No, my niggas really from the streets
You know they like to blast on blacks
And act like they badge was given from God
That's why I gotta stay with my heat

I got a question
When the police gon' stop pressing me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question
When them boys gon' stop pressing me?
When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question

Like, when my bitch gon' stop pressing me?
Okay i didn't mean to f*ck her, I just had to get my nut off
She was trucking, I was drunk
(She was a bad motherf*cker)
That shouldn't even count though
Cause I told you I caught that body, that's trust
You shouldn't count those
See me on my bumper 'bout me, barely checking in
I be on my business making sure them checks is in
She thinks things is changing, she notice we barely f*cking
I come and go, when I, when I want, I'm steady hustling
Get the dough, young nigga get the dough
Young nigga, young nigga get the dough
Uh, she tell me "Work with me"
I tell her "Bitch I work the night shift"
She tell me "Don't fight the feeling", "Bitch I'd rather fight"
She like, "this ain't love, how you do me is f*cked up
Even when I'm f*cked up"

[YG & Lil Wayne:]
Damn I got a question
When the police gon' stop pressing me?
When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question
Woah
When them boys gon' stop pressing me?
When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question

[Lil Wayne:]
What's my name hoe?
I got a few questions, I'mma pick your brain ho
I'm bulletproof flexing, I'mma switch the lingo
I'm Piru flexing, all my niggas bang though (Suwoo)
That's right, no question nigga
Shoot first, ask questions second nigga
Got seventeen answers if you test me nigga
Got a question, where the f*ck your weapon nigga
Don't talk too much mind your business nigga
Hoes talk too much, tryna quiz a nigga
Singing cream, getting money like RZA nigga
Got a question, who the f*ck is these niggas?
We don't talk, we don't fuss like, we don't bark or argue
Got that point forward like LaMarcus Aldridge
Top back as I ride in the RR
Got a question, what car I'mma drive tomorrow?
Lord, blah, Tunechi

[YG & Lil Wayne:]
When the police gon' stop pressing me?
Yeah, YG, f*ck with me
When my bitch gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question
I got a question
When them boys gon' stop pressing me?
When my girls gon' stop stressing me, second guessing me?
Will the truth really set you free?
I got a question

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Why You Always Hatin?

[Verse 1 - YG:]
All up in my face, you not from the clique
Give me space, we might rob the shit
Most hate it, baby they don't love the clique
I thought they love you when you make it
This some other shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah, this some other shit
Friends and business don't mix so I'm brotherless
Tryna get back close, hit 'em with the stiff
Gears I shift, make sure they feel the drift
Just copped the Benzo with the tint
You should know cause in every song I said this shit
Yeah, in every song I said this shit
I'm just proud of my accomplishments
I'm a 4Hunnid nigga, I don't care at all
Have her suck dick, lick the head and all
Heard you talkin' 'bout I'm real, I'm fraud
Your kids and broad, they straight, you shouldn't care at all

[Hook - Kamaiyah & YG:]
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'

[Verse 2 - Drake:]
Hunnid 4 times how it go down
Slaps on deck for the Oaktown
On mamas, man I did it with my own sound
And I got my own city that I hold down
Just admit it already
You got plans to do it, boy we did it already
Got a couple DMs I done slid in already
Gotta ask YG if he hit it already, yeah
I'm a star like Moesha's nigga
Runnin' up the numbers like Ayesha's nigga
Yeah, I be slidin', I be creepin', nigga
Girls these days, they just don't know how to keep a nigga
But I got it all handled
They try to box me in, I got my own angles, yeah
I'm a spend the summer gettin' to the cake
And I'm a wish a nigga would on every candle
I'm like...

[Hook - Kamaiyah & YG:]
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'

[Verse 3 - YG:]
If you ain't know me, bet you know now
Drizzy came through with the verse for me both times
Bomp-town that's an automatic hold down
What's that? Ask no questions, just hold it down
Why you hatin' on the progress?
I'm a humble nigga, I don't even pop shit
What I do?
I just drive the Maybach through the projects
And Still Brazy ain't even drop yet
Hate from a distance, please don't try me
Cause we'll turn it up on anybody
I see why they don't like me
Yellin' out 4Hunnid, they go too hyphy
I'm with the posse back at it, nigga
That mean Kamaiyah goin' platinum, nigga
That mean I got a Kindle in my mattress, nigga
Got the Bity Back Brackin' nigga

[Hook - Kamaiyah & YG:]
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'
Please, please tell me why you always hatin'
Why you hatin'?
Please tell me why you always hatin'

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My Perception

[Slim 400:]
Aye YG why these people bad mouthing yo name, all this giving back you doing, you a bool nigga to me

[YG:]
We ain't doing shit we just vibin, bicken it, bicken back bein bool

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Bool, Balm & Bollective

Woke up this morning feelin' bool and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm
Was it cause last night I had some bom
She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb
Then I pulled up at the lights them niggas banging real hard
Had to tell them little niggas never heard of yall
Tryna make a nigga lose his composure
Had to hit the gas on em' almost spilled my whole soda
My curve skills on deck they want the recipe
They like how you do it and then keep it movin'
Cause see me I usually lose it
When nigga act stupid, like he ain't know my record ruthless
Actin' like he with the business but he ain't worth me down' detention
Sittin' in prison waiting' for my niggas, asking for money from these bitches
When niggas start trippin' I be wanna start tripping'
But I'm just bicken and act like the bigger nigga

Cause
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective

So I pull up at Pammy House
Pammy stay next to my family house
And tell you something I used to dig out
I stopped digging she start tripping I had to dip out
Smashin' out of the driveway she threw a brick at my window
So I stopped she ran up and Keyed my 6-4
See when a real nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo
This dick is not a rental, should of knew from get go
Get go, get, get get go
I'm friendly like Casper but I wait until I hit to get ghost
She called her brother on me straight from the ? But I ain't pussy
Real niggas don't get it between dick and pussy
10 minutes later got a call on my cell
From a nigga sound like he was fresh outta jail
"Like Aye little nigga don't put your hands on my sister
Cause I just gotta outta jail
With manslaughter with a butcher
And she ain't no hooker, she ain't no bitch
My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense"
I told him I ain't test her I just stopped giving' her dick
Then I told him f*ck you and hung up like click
Cause

I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective

Gotta call little later bout this and that
All drama, have to hang up like this is wack
I Shouldn't be talking' on the phone either cause I'm strapped
If the police pull me over, my black ass goin' back
And thats right up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat
I'm a red nose pitbull matter of fact
Turns on some jeezy thats what street nigga slap
Right on Oleander right on Spruce we in the back
Now my older homie hollering' at me
Bout some real life shit and how its 'sposed to be
So he approaches me, get real close to me
Try to tell me bout some niggas thats close to me
So I listen and I listen and I listen
And I had to put my bid in
Can't keep it real with some niggas that ain't real with me
He said to keep it P you is right
They ain't never bool they better respect your life

I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective
I'm bool, balm and bollective
I'm bool, balm, and bollective

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She Wish She Was

[Hook - All:]
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga

[Verse 1 - YG:]
Baby look in the mirror
You got your hair and your nails done
You f*cking who you want, not thinking you was wrong
Bitch you wish you was a nigga
Damn you should be ashamed
Acting like those pussy lips can't hang
You been going against the grain
Your body is a temple, you going against the saint
Acting like you was innocent
But as soon as you get mad at your nigga you be with the shits
He just left the house and you calling quick
Who she calling? Some different dick
And you know that ain't lady like
Word around the town that pussy whack but head game nice
If that pussy ain't tight you ain't living right
I'm tryna give her some advice on life but...

[Hook - All:]
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga

[Verse 2 - Jose Moses:]
Bitches gon' be acting like Bruce but they wanna be Cait
And I heard she f*cked Drizzy, didn't even get paid
Damn, lowkey hoeing for a shoutout
She scheming on Wayne before he got out, groupie
You dropped outta school to be a stripper, be a stripper
This lil bitch be acting like a nigga, what
Last nigga said he was straight
Said every time he pulled up, she be pouring the eighth
Everytime he wanna chill, you got some friends over
To every nigga wanna f*ck, you just bend over
Instagram selling clothes like a swapmeet
Can't go to no local malls you on the hot seat
Downtown going HAM with your tax check
You off every single drug, you a crack head
Mama told you to value your coochie
But traded that head for a hooptie, bitch

[Hook - All:]
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
She wish she was a nigga
(Nasty ass hoes, let me tell you about this bitch..)
She wish she was a nigga

[Verse - Jay 305:]
Why you always single? Why you think you so cute?
Why girls be calling hoes when they f*ck a lot of dude?
Well shit, the answer is this
Y'all bleed once a month and all we got is a dick
Yo emoji was a flip, you know you a hoe bitch
Drinking on some Lemonade thinking she Beyonce, damn
Cheating on her fiance, damn
She getting with it off the powder at the Bombay
Always talking she ain't a hoe, she a hoe
Dropping her kids at granny house, she a hoe
On Snapchat, dog face, she a hoe
LA niggas ain't saving no hoes
The homegirl, the local hoodrat know all the niggas
Be bicken back with the Bloods but she be crippin'
Got drunk one night, tryna fight, this bitch be trippin'
If you was a nigga, you'd be a bitch nigga

[Hook:]
She wish she was a nigga
(Bitch what you gotta say about this hoes)
She wish she was a nigga
(Boop ass bitches, man, stripping)
She wish she was a nigga
(Are only at Maestro's, ass bitches, man I don't know)
She wish she was a nigga
(Taking pictures in front of Maestro's, bitch, man that shit is played out hoe)
She wish she was a nigga

[Joe Moses + Jay 305:]
Man these hoes man, I don't know man, they lost
They need God man, they need God and Jesus they need to be baptized, I don't know...
A nigga like me, Jay 305, man to pimp one of these bitches, put one of these bitches on the trinnack
Man you know what man, I digs that, I digs that
You know what I mean, you know what I mean, would you hang with that? You know what I mean, it's South Central baby, you know what I'm saying world famous. Jay 305...man he stand out, you know what I'm saying?

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YG Be Safe

Aye YG
Them boys came poppin' on the homies soon as you pulled off
YG be safe

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Still Brazy

Ayy! This shit
This shit, this shit
My life, my life
Nigga this shit brazy
Nigga this shit brazy
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy
This shit, this shit
This shit brazy
Nigga this shit brazy, oh Lord!
Nigga this shit brazy

Look at my life
Been through it all, got bullet wounds twice
Still don't know where it came from, yikes
Why everybody want a piece of my pie?
I, I, gotta keep guns with me
Shit real, I ain't tryna be pretty
Paranoia got this Henny in my kidney
Cause I don't know if they're with me or against me
They always said this was how it's gon' be
But me... I ain't wanna believe
They don't wanna see a nigga with the green
The reason for the 40 cal with the beam
The devil's on me, got me trippin'
I used to party out with Scotty like Pippen
Now I don't trust niggas, and I stopped invitin' bitches
Over to the crib, they can't know where I'm livin'

Shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh shit, this shit, this shit
This shit brazy

Verse two, verse two
I got too much to spit for verse two
Just be careful on how you approach dude
Cause he done already heard about what you wanna do
Paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia down in killer California
What's their motive? What's their motive?
Shit, I'm the closest with some money that they know of
Lady problems, family problems
Homies problems, all this drama
On my mama, this the type of shit you sweat out in the suana
Grandma pray for me, devil keep away from me
Fell out with my day one, that was my ace to me
Mind blown, somethin' different when I'm on
All this shit got me in another rhyme zone
Lately, I've been at home
I grab the pistol when I answer the door

Cause this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh shit, this shit, this shit
This shit brazy

I ain't F with this, but I F with this
Can't complain about it, gotta find out where he gonna master it
Gotta put cameras all around the crib
Gotta, gotta wear the vest like a bib
Got some, got some problems, a whole lot 'em
So I stay dangerous, Osama
Nigga say they heard about a million dollars
So I gotta bulletproof the Impala
Man I'm 'bout to lose it
Homies I'm confused with
Money get involved, it's all bad, they switch too quick
It's too sick, thought you was realer, my nigga
Got popped, you ain't do shit
Thought you was my killer, my nigga
Oh! Shit get realer, my nigga
When niggas know you gettin' skrilla, my nigga
I don't know what's gotten into my nigga
Close from day one, I was with him, my nigga

This shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This shit, nigga, this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this shit, this shit
This shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, nigga this shit brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh shit, this shit, this shit
This shit brazy

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FDT (F*ck Donald Trump)

[Intro:]
I think we got kicked out because we're a group of black people and like, I guess people... what's going on in America, they're afraid we're gonna say something or do something, but we just wanted to watch the rally, and to get kicked out because we're a group of black people is really crazy. It shows you how racist our own school is that we can't even go to our own school conference

[Chorus - YG:]
F*ck Donald Trump
F*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*ck Donald Trump, yeah

[Verse 1 - YG:]
I like white folks, but I don't like you
All the niggas in the hood wanna fight you
Surprised El Chapo ain't tried to snipe you
Surprised the Nation of Islam ain't tried to find you
Have a rally out in L.A., we gon f*ck it up
Home of the Rodney King riot, we don't give a f*ck
Black students, ejected from your rally, what?
I'm ready to go right now, your racist ass did too much
I'm bout to turn Black Panther
Don't let Donald Trump win, that nigga cancer
He too rich, he ain't got the answers
He can't make decisions for this country, he gon crash us
No, we can't be a slave for him
He got me appreciating Obama way more
Hey Donald, and everyone that follows
You gave us your reason to be President, but we hate yours

[Chorus - YG:]
F*ck Donald Trump
F*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*ck Donald Trump
I don't like your ass, nigga
Yeah, yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
I really don't like you, nigga!
Yeah, f*ck Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*ck Donald Trump
This for my grandma!
Yeah, yeah, f*ck Donald Trump, yeah

[Verse 2 - Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Nigga am I tripping? Let me know
I thought all that Donald Trump bullshit was a joke
Know what they say when rich niggas go broke
Look, Reagan sold coke, Obama sold hope
Donald Trump spent his trust fund money on the vote
I'm from a place where you prolly can't go
Speaking for some people that you prolly ain't know
It's pressure built up and it's prolly gong blow
And if we say go then they're prolly gong go
You vote Trump then you're prolly on dope
And if you like me then you prolly ain't know
And if you been to jail you can prolly still vote
We let this nigga win, we gong prolly feel broke
You built walls? We gong prolly dig holes
And if your ass do win, you gong prolly get smoked
F*ck nigga, f*ck you!

[Interlude - Donald Trump:]
I will build a great, great wall on our southern border
And I will have Mexico pay for that wall. Mark my words

[Verse 3 - YG & Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Hold up, I f*ck with Mexicans, got a plug with Mexicans
Want a little, need a switch, who I call? A Mexican
This Comedy Central ass nigga couldn't be the President
Hold up, Nip, tell the world how you f*ck with Mexicans
It wouldn't be the USA without Mexicans
And if it's time to team up, shit, let's begin
Black love, brown pride in the sets again
White people feel the same as my next to kin
If we let this nigga win, God bless the kids
God bless the kids, this nigga wicked and wigged
When me and Nip link, that's Bloods and Crips
Where your L.A. rally? We gon crash your shit

[Chorus]

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Blacks & Browns

[Hook - YG:]
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
We looking bad on the news black on black homicide
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
Cause if my homies say it's on then you know I'm down to ride

[Verse 1 - YG:]
We make it hard for us with all this black on black crime
In the same state we gotta pay our tax
If we get locked up it's double rate
We get popped then retaliate, and they sell us these guns
In these f*cked up schools where they teach us what they told to
Half the shit I learnt in school I ain't never used
These f*cked up rules the government trying to control you
That's why we saying f*ck the law, we act like we the ones with the juice
It's f*cked up around here, soon as you locked up around here
The rest end up stuck up around here
So I'm speaking for my peers cause I still see their tears
I ain't sugarcoating nothing nigga, this is what it is
They supply us with the county to make us feel comfortable
Couple years pass, we in the same spot we was before
We was content on that section 8 shit
At the first of the month we got them groceries for them kids
But nah, they're f*cking up our mental
Keeping us slaves so we can't be successful black people
We need to come together, f*ck they system
Tired of being a victim, tired of racism
So I'mma spit this ism 'til this shit stop
Cause this that, nigga, we all we got
We need to stop hating on what the next black got
Give him his props to figure out how he ran shop
So our kid's kid's can be good
On a house in the hills, and with a house out in the hood
(Sound good) Cause them folks that be wealthy
They never thinking of tomorrow, they so unhealthy
We killing ourselves, they killing us too
They distract us with entertainment while they get they loot
They never gave us what they owed us, put liquor stores on every corner
Welcome to Lost Skanless, California

[Interlude - Sadboy:]
Haha, buenos dias motherf*ckers
I'm Sadboy Loko and I'm here to speak for my people

[Verse 2 - Sadboy:]
We need to come together, look around
They made the border for the browns cause we're not allowed
Gotta get the green card for me and my child
Those assholes payment under the table that don't last a while
Those jobs getting passed around, they dog our people
Why we gotta look for work at Home Depot?
It was us before the natives, why we ain't equal?
But why you give us no perks, fool we need those
"And we're trying to make America Great"
F*ck you esé, somebody bring him to the Treces
And (*static*) just for disrespecting
Black, brown or pale, it don't matter to me
The only color that call shots in this world is green
And at eighteen they want you to sign up for war
That's why most rather bang and hang around at the store
So to you it's just another selling corn
To me, we out here hustling for the mortgage
F*ck you think we crossing the border for?
Why you think in a bedroom there's more than four?
You explored my country but can't accept my people
But who you want to run your business? My people
My flag is green white, red, in the center's an eagle
Brown Pride, fist high, this is for my illegals

[Hook - Sadboy:]
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside
A brown cop harassing me, I guess we all look alike
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside
This happens daily, all the time, I can never ask why
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside
They make it harder by the day, tryna keep this hope alive
I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside
Cause if my homies say it's on, then you know I'm down to ride

Don't shoot...don't shoot officer, don't shoot, my hands up...my hands up...
Multiple shot are heard

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Police Get Away Wit Murder

Oh this can't be America
Y'all badge don't mean
Y'all got the right to take one of my niggas lives

We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
The police get away with murder
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
That's why we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
So you better leave your house with a burner

My whoadie got hit up then my whoadie got hit up
I ain't trying to be one of them niggas
But if they catch you with the strap and you black, it's a wrap
Two years with half, that's what the judge give em
I'm psyched out cause I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (then my lights out)
I'm psyched out cuz I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (then my lights out)
It get real in the field, your honor
How we supposed to chill when there's no chill your honor
Niggas running in your crib your honor
Tell me what the f*ck you would have did your honor
You would have got you a strap too
AK grenades,shotgun and a mac too
You would have told your kids to hide
At the front door squeezing on that trigger with pride

We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
The police get away with murder
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
That's why we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
So you better leave your house with a burner

This that they don't want us South side shit
Gotta watch how I walk and wear my outfit
White tan brown black, white tan brown black
We only a couple shades darker how we outfit
Black males in a hoodie that's a target to them
They say he oversized and choked him out that was harmless to them
They'll hit us and try to blame it like I ain't owe this to them
But f*ck it, I'm waking my people making it harder for them
See, the illuminati hide shit they don't tell us
Well it's the nigga money cuz my niggas I'm gon tell them
The truth motherf*cker, hear the truth motherf*cker
I've really got a story, this ain't a spoof motherf*cker
We'll put our hands up and they'll still shoot motherf*cker
And post on trial for one to two motherf*cker
They give us years for guns and we can buy em off the shelf
But you'll get life in the coffin if you don't protect yourself

We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
The police get away with murder
We don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
That's why we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
Nigga we don't give a f*ck, we don't give a f*ck
So you better leave your house with a burner

Yo murder, tell the boys at long beach
He was just...
Y'all murdered 17 year old David Joseph who died in Texas
He was unarmed
Y'all murdered 16 year old Kimani Gray in New York City March 9, 2013
That was my birthday, He was unarmed
This shit f*cked up man
Y'all murdered Laquan McDonald in Chicago
They got that on tape
He was innocent
And the list goes on
And they wonder why I live life looking over my shoulder