Verse 1:
Now I'm back up in the do' just one more mothafuckin' time and, you mothafuckas can't see me when I'm rhymin', climbin' all the way to the tizz-op, with the hand on my Glock, ready to pop and watch these fools drop, it's just don't stop, I show no mercy in this game, and a wild lil' nigga and it ain't no tamin', flamin', as I take a stroll through the hood, but where the fuck I'm from Westside Inglewood, no bustas allowed so fleam chicks get the exit, 'cause you know I'm quick to grab my nine and then I'm flexin', this flow that I kick ain't no mothafuckin' jokin', YG's keep it rollin'
Verse 2:
B-D-O-G'n like everyday, in the INGB because this is wherе I stay and where I spray, niggas that don't be fittin' in, tryin' to gеt a pass but they can't get in, I'm Lil' Hawksta that nigga that be fuckin' it up, off this chronic, blunt rolled up, drink in my cup, khakis sag low, red chuck taylors on my feet, strap in my back pocket stayin' true to these streets, and um, it ain't nothin' about me Kris Kross but I can make yo' ass jump to this beat when I dump, pump slugs up in you like a dum-dum, Westside is the land of the G-Funk, fool
Verse 3:
Slippin' and slidin', hoo-ridin', givin' up the Westside, Lil' Hawk YG, four fingers and the B, woop-woopin' and swoopin', candy apple coupe and bick back and be booin', this brotha Damusin'. Now, now this what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, like my nigga B-Braze you get knocked the fuck out, it ain't no bustas allowed and to (inaudible: act) your own (inaudible: wish) where niggas whoop yo' ass with they mothafuckin' fist. I to the N-G, L to the E, W double O mothafuckin' D, a young G, so, raze up off my nuts, just stay back, way back, lay back in the kizz-ut, biatch
Now I'm back up in the do' just one more mothafuckin' time and, you mothafuckas can't see me when I'm rhymin', climbin' all the way to the tizz-op, with the hand on my Glock, ready to pop and watch these fools drop, it's just don't stop, I show no mercy in this game, and a wild lil' nigga and it ain't no tamin', flamin', as I take a stroll through the hood, but where the fuck I'm from Westside Inglewood, no bustas allowed so fleam chicks get the exit, 'cause you know I'm quick to grab my nine and then I'm flexin', this flow that I kick ain't no mothafuckin' jokin', YG's keep it rollin'
Verse 2:
B-D-O-G'n like everyday, in the INGB because this is wherе I stay and where I spray, niggas that don't be fittin' in, tryin' to gеt a pass but they can't get in, I'm Lil' Hawksta that nigga that be fuckin' it up, off this chronic, blunt rolled up, drink in my cup, khakis sag low, red chuck taylors on my feet, strap in my back pocket stayin' true to these streets, and um, it ain't nothin' about me Kris Kross but I can make yo' ass jump to this beat when I dump, pump slugs up in you like a dum-dum, Westside is the land of the G-Funk, fool
Verse 3:
Slippin' and slidin', hoo-ridin', givin' up the Westside, Lil' Hawk YG, four fingers and the B, woop-woopin' and swoopin', candy apple coupe and bick back and be booin', this brotha Damusin'. Now, now this what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, like my nigga B-Braze you get knocked the fuck out, it ain't no bustas allowed and to (inaudible: act) your own (inaudible: wish) where niggas whoop yo' ass with they mothafuckin' fist. I to the N-G, L to the E, W double O mothafuckin' D, a young G, so, raze up off my nuts, just stay back, way back, lay back in the kizz-ut, biatch
( Lil' Hawk (Bloods) )
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