Damu Ridas II (Bloods) - 104 No Kut Lyrics

Oh yeah nigga

We back in this muthaf*cka

For the 9-9 nigga with the shit nigga (West Side)

West Side nigga, you know I'm sayin'

(... muthaf*ckin' kut man)

Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood, nigga

You know I'm sayin'? On the solo-bolo tip, bitch

(Representin' bitch)

Yeah nigga, a 104% No Kut nigga (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!)

Bitch-ass niggas you know I'm sayin'

Still tryin' to pay the role 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 all my niggas though, you know what I'm sayin'

It's Damu For Life, nigga (West Side - Inglewood)

It's the Hood for life nigga, you know what I'm sayin'

(Bitch!)

Inglewood For Life, nigga

We don't give a f*ck nigga

104% No-Muthaf*ckin'-Kut bitch

Drop the beat nigga!



A 104% No Kut

(Muthaf*ckas out there can't fade me...)



[LIL' HAWK]

A hundred and four percent no kut on this muthaf*ckin' flow

Non-stop freestyle just to let you niggas know that

I don't need no f*ckin' pen and paper

Keepin' one in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y-G Gangsta

Ain't no muthaf*ckin' joke so you best to recognize

You can't f*ck with this, it's the O.G. West Side

The best side, now let me get my slip and slide on

WOOP WOOP in the Coupé, down to 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 mobbed - if you wanna scrab

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 f*ck about to try to get no rep

You better know

This I am - who you f*ckin' with

Red Riding through your hood makin' these niggas duck quick

You little bitch

You want to step to the black top

Nigga I ain't never had no muthaf*ckin' flat top

Four braids goin' to the back

Keepin' all the hoes ridin' on my nutsac

And no kut to the proof that ain't down with this shit

I'm Lil' Hawkster from the Mafia and I keep on makin' hits after hit

On these bitch-ass niggas

Wanna be a G suppose to be ass killas

Cupcake booty-ass nigga what's up?

Want you come through the hood and let me play with your butt

You's a bitch

Coward written all on your face

And all busta-ass niggas must stay in their place

I'm tryin' to warn ya - to um...

Not get shot - with this muthaf*ckin' Glock

You get the blood clot

It don't stop

I set up my clip and set trip

Whatever the f*ck it take fool

For a nigga to make 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 f*ck and come test my skills

You can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled

The f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck it up

With a lil' bit of bud that's the drink in my cup, now

How many ho's wanna let me f*ck?

And how many bitches gon' be down for the dick suck?

I gots the habit like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it

My dick's stick shift and my nuts is automatically on duty

Like all of the time

And a nigga like me wanna hit it from behind

I'm not Snoop

But I'm quick to diggety-dogg the cock

Lettin' the bitches say: "ooh, don't stop!"

"MAKE MY NUTS FEEL GOOD!"

And now I'm almost my wayback to the hood

Inglewood

On top of the muthaf*ckin' map

1-0-4/C-M-G and you know where it's at

You best to pack your strap

It ain't no muthaf*ckin' rescue

9-1-1 is a muthaf*ckin' joke fool

You gots to deal with the B-D-O-G's

And I'm saggin' to my muthaf*ckin' knees

All I see

Is murder, death, kill

And that's the f*ckin' reason why highlight you in skill

I keeps it rollin'

In this game that I've chosen

Like Ice Cube I'm - leavin' niggas frozen

And don't be caught slippin' when it's after dark

Cause the niggas with no heart be the first to get sparked by

This young-ass muthaf*ckin' 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-P

And we don't smoke loot trick

It's just some pure marijuana

And f*ck all y'all Don Juano's

Come take a little trip with me

Back Down Mafia Lane on this M-I-C

To the... day I'll die like my niggas did

Like we were promised to

Every 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

Ridin, slidin' thru the West Side

Thinkin' to myself : "nigga I ain't scared to die"

Take me, I'm ready, f*ck it

1-8-7 and thank God for lettin' all Dogs go to heaven

This little scheme nigga don't give a f*ck

A 104% no muthaf*ckin' kut, nigga



Yeah

That's what the f*ck I'm talkin' about nigga

Pick and get some' nigga

Bring it on nigga

And we'll catch you a muthaf*ckin' slugs to your muthaf*ckin' dome

West Side nigga!

You know I don't give a f*ck nigga

Inglewood in the mutahf*ckin' house

Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch

Aw shit you know I'm sayin' yeah

It's that bomb shit nigga

You just can't f*ck with this

I know you hate this

Ooh, I know you hate this but sure you know nigga YGB's are the braziest!



(Muthaf*ckas out there can't fade me)



Ohh yeea-a-ah

I said CRENSHAW!!!!