Katie Tropp – Blaqman Squad Lyrics (feat. Blurry Logic, Lecxs Ahziz, Mr. Maya & Govinachi)

[Katie Tropp: Verse 1]

It’s tip off bitch you got an elbow to the face
So don’t cower down and go Dwight Howard in this place
Because this startin’ five will knock you out the race
Dynasty is built on every risk we take
Drivin’ reckless through the paint like my name is Kevin Johnson
My defense got you shook Bad Boy Isiah Thomas
You know I’m name droppin’ no dress like Dennis Rodman
Token white kid on the squad Bill Walton
Hall of Fame bound we the dream team
We don’t wanna shake your hand we are too mean
All we really wanna do is leave you in defeat
Break you down pound for pound with our killer instinct
Confetti fallin’ you ain’t got no answer
We the Champs right now and forever after
Walkin’ through the tunnel you just hear our laughter
“Maybe next year” has become your anthem!

[Katie Tropp: Hook]

It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We won’t stop!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
Hear us bangin’ down the block!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We go hard for our squad!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
You know we never fall off!

[Blurry Logic: Verse 2]

[No lyrics for Blurry Logic]

[Katie Tropp: Hook]

It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We won’t stop!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
Hear us bangin’ down the block!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We go hard for our squad!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
You know we never fall off!

[Lexcs: Verse 3]
You can’t go to war until the sarge is on deck
When necks get snapped ya know it’s Lecxs
The big homie me and my teams we the best
Blurry, Katie, Maya, and Gov putting souls to rest

I stay caged up, cause the rage stays up
Run through ya whole team cause I don’t give a f**k
Yall about to feel anguish while my team run amuck
And I’ma bring the pain from the seat of my truck

I’m a sharp shooter so keep spitting fly shit
Ready to die shit, I’ll put a slug in ya iris
From Queens New York, so ya know where my minds is
And I pop shit so I can resort to the violence

I’m the first in the building the last one to leave
And I can drain threes or soak up ya T’s
So keep it moving cause there’s nothing to see
Keep f**king with the team get killed immediately

[Katie Tropp: Hook]

It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We won’t stop!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
Hear us bangin’ down the block!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We go hard for our squad!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
You know we never fall off!

[Mr. Maya: Verse 4]

[No lyrics for Mr. Maya]

[Katie Tropp: Hook]

It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We won’t stop!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
Hear us bangin’ down the block!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We go hard for our squad!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
You know we never fall off!

[Govinachi: Verse 5]

[Katie Tropp: Hook]

It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We won’t stop!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
Hear us bangin’ down the block!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
We go hard for our squad!
It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman, It’s BlaQman
You know we never fall off!

Drakeo The Ruler – Flu Flamming Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty & OhGeesy)

[Verse 1]
Sheesh, I be wildin’ out
Chopsticks, mopsticks, all in my mama’s couch
Bathe with the apes, I been strangling snakes
Hop out the Batmobile, I’m Bruce Wayne in some Maisons
All mud in my kidneys, my plug is a gypsy
This a fully automatic, I let my kids hold the semi
Ask god as my witness, I done mud walked in Christians
These lil niggas know my image

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 2]
I’m back up on that crazy shit, Bob the Sideshow maniac
I’m Luke Skywalker with this Glock, playing laser tag
Big lasers, ain’t no way you finna make it out
In Kenwan house, ain’t no way I’m finna stay broke
Ayy bro, can you chill out with the dracos?
We just started with some payroll
Man that shit was play-dough, lay down, do what I say so
You know the Ruler like to hang folks

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 3]
I be ling ling bopping, Maylene just took me shopping
Nigga rob who? Pippi Long Stocking
All type of cuts, I think I’m Dennis Rodman
Slit wrist, broke all off these diamonds
Mister wrist breaker, bitch taker, Glock but I switch blade ’em
Shit mainy, shit crazy, niggas in they snitch tactics
Niggas they be bitch asses, acting like they get at me
You’ll get your shit plastered, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

BROCKHAMPTON – I BEEN BORN AGAIN Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: bearface]
Hot on the day, like I’m wildin’ for respect
It’s a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though?
Can’t come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
It’s better if I try not to talk about the shit that’s always on my mind
Money on my mind (That’s right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin’ down, hear me whine (Ooh)
We outside now (That’s right), milk carton in the back
We don’t like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin’ triggers in the ‘Lac (That’s right)
Made em’ pray, stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin’ waves back, stay strapped (That’s right)
Dancin’ like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain’t tellin’ backwards
Lies is like a actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin’ ’bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my part’ and them, Devil keep on robbin’ them
Expressin’ for myself, like I’m fuckin’ Dennis Rodman (That’s right)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Like I’m Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That’s right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain’t no answer, that’s my partna dem (That’s right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck?

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
When I line ’em up, you know that I’m shootin’ (That’s right)
If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin’ (That’s right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’
Tell you basic bitches, “I know I’m a nuisance”

[Verse 4: Joba]
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I’ma smoke some
Y’all ain’t want the smoke, been smokin’
Garden gnome shrooms, y’all, who is y’all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain’t broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas ’til I’m dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I’m cornfed
Here we go again, hit ’em one mo’ ‘gain
Screw up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I’m heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain’t know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Breakin’ dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain’t trippin’, but copy that
It’s a wrap, keep my distance
Where’s Waldo, but we winnin’
Me and my dogs ain’t finished (That’s right)
The real know, what’s a billfold?
You can’t fold, I stay grinnin’
No peekin’

[Bridge]
Go ahead and try harder
You ain’t gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin’ ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo’ muhfuckin’ ass on out there
That’s all you gon’ be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

[Outro: Matt Champion]
S-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
S-s-s-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They-they-they ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
(That’s right)

Albin Johnsén – Ring Inte Mig lyrics

När du har missat sista bussen hem
När du inte kan sova själv
När du vill prata ut om allting som känns
Älskling, bara ring, ring inte mig, är du snäll

Shit vad jag fastna i din blick
Du skrattade åt mig, jag tappade min drink
Du frågade om eld, jag frågade om cigg
Sen snacka vi i timmar om allt och ingenting
Jag skjutsade dig hem på pakethållaren på cykeln
Som vi snodde i en gränd
Vindstilla julinatt, himlen va neon
Dina läppar smakade rök och mentol
Sen stod vi utanför dig, du bad mig följa upp
Jag svävade på moln men försökte spela lugn
29 kvadrat, köpt svart kontrakt
Du var lite för fin för att bo i andra hand
Du gjorde soffan till en säng, tog av dig alla kläder
Och satte dig på mig
Om jag hade vetat vilket knas det skulle bli
Då hade jag nog stuckit och bara sluppit dramatik

När du har missat sista bussen hem
När du inte kan sova själv
När du vill prata ut om allting som känns
Älskling, bara ring, ring inte mig, är du snäll

Vi kom ihop och somna, hängde hela sommarn
Jag var Dennis Rodman, du var min Madonna
Jag önskar att jag vetat vad som skulle komma
Dina Guccidrömmar rev i våra sömmar
Jag leta innehåll, du levde i konturen
Seglade på toppar, jag ville ner på djupet
Jag vill kolla serier, du vill festa och va ute
Ta ditt kort som likas av flera tusen
Gick på klubben och dansa till vår låt
Med nån annan snubbe som du kunde hutstla hårt
När jag var ute på turné skrev du att du längta
Sen sov du med nån annan för du kan bara inte vänta
Jag sa att det var över, du sa att du var van
Du banka på min dörr som en riktig hulligan
Bad om förlåt och vi hamnade i säng
Sen kände du för mycket och då var dörren stängd

När du har missat sista bussen hem
När du inte kan sova själv
När du vill prata ut om allting som känns
Älskling, bara ring, ring inte mig, är du snäll

Allt stannar upp när jag ser dig
Och när du viskar mitt namn
Då tar jag bara din kniv
Och blöder ut i din famn
Om jag bara hade vetat
Hur svag jag varit för dig
Då hade jag nog sprungit
För nu klarar jag inte ett nej

När du har missat sista bussen hem
När du inte kan sova själv
När du vill prata ut om allting som känns
Älskling, bara ring, ring inte mig, är du snäll

Two-9 – By The Hour (feat. Fatkidsbrotha, Key!, Jace & Curtis Williams)

[Verse 1 – LightSkinMac11]
Said it’s pits on the fence in case I catch a ‘fense
And I’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
And them boys talking down hanging by a rope
Baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
Never s**t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
Every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
Nowadays hair retarded, doing something with their throats
Gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
Open suitcase, n***a O.T
Don’t front dawg, s**t get UFC
Don’t front dawg, ever I see you
You’ll need an IV if ever I see you

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 2 – Cartier Dave]
To me, less is more, pay attention to detail
N****s (?) be bed but they be frail
Type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
But I mean well, this Cartier smelling like Chanel
Got her browing back bouquets like she wear a veil
With my foe like crusade, b***h you know ’em well
And if bro get locked today know I got his bail
And these words that I say got diamonds in the mail
East side n***a with more bars than Rice Street
Got this b***h on go, now her ex want to fight me
Call that b***h a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
I been hustling all summer, now my bank account Nike

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 3 – Curtis Williams]
Talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
F**k you for the culture n****s, Two-9 been a team
Ain’t ask for help boy, I did this s**t my damn self
So when I get it I’ma spend this s**t my damn self
Need more than just an eighth or two
Hope you ain’t bring no date with you
Get around the gang, I promise that she will not stay with you
These p***y n****s got a lot to say
I need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
So I got a lot to make, these n****s hella fake
Won’t say s**t to your face, back up and give me space
Yeah, uh, I’m counting money by the hour
Make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 4 – Jace]
I got power like the lights so I’m on start
All my money fast but I’m on bars
Free that boy Bobby, f**k a dumb charge
Do the same for my dawgs, Two-9 no gun boy
So east side it’s a god damn shame
They angry ’bout it, I don’t know a god damn thing
I am too cool, I am three hot
I’m little three on (?) in oh-four and oh-five
F**k your intel, you just telling lies
I got (?) like the tide, they smell when I’ve arrived
Send the clips in overdrive, I can’t even lie
Do a line and sip a line, say I did it for the god
Boy don’t play with mines

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

Injury Reserve – Oh Shit!!! (Floss Album)

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack
This that eeny meeny miney mo
Might need some snap cash
Matter fact
Hit the liquor store might need some cash back
Grab some gum and some water
Yeah them chips yeah grab that
Watch your son and your daughter
Cause them pigs will snatch that
Cause they always try to box us in but we won’t have that
I’m a sleeper, Dennis Rodman, so watch the glass jack
Remember when I had a composition in the backpack
Now we killing with the composition like the Rat Pack
I say this ain’t jazz rap
This that- this that spazz Rap
This that raised by the internet ain’t had no dad rap
Yo I’m good don’t pass that
Hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back back
Cause your shit is mad whack, wassup

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Verse 2: Stepa J Groggs]
This the type shit I used to ride with Tegole in his Chevy to
’06, back when I supposed to graduate from school
Remember momma told me that I need to get my act together
10 years passed the only difference is I’m rapping better
Copped my own swishers
Shoulder-tapping for them bottles now
‘less I’m with my big brother
Chuckie used to hold it down
Now that shit is popping
Fake homies want to come around
And they say I changed
They just mad cause I’m stunting now
Got you like "Oh Shit!"
And this the type of beat that make me drink a whole fifth
And this is how we doin’
Word to the old fifth
And you know everything we drop
That’s some cold shit, cold shit, yeah
This ain’t jazz rap
This that this that Dad rap
This that fuck my nine to five I’m leaving
Never coming back
I’m too good at rap, jack
To get caught in rat traps
If your shit is mad whack
Homie you can have that, have that

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Oh Shit!
They Said "Man we want some more hits
Man this sound like some shit from ’06
What that sound like man that’s some cold shit, cold shit"
I said
Oh shit!
Aaaw, so you want some more hits?
This ain’t sound like some shit from ’06
Fuck what it sound like man that some cold shit, cold shit

[Outro: Ritchie with a T]
On and on and on
Play my favorite song
Make me dance all night
Baby, you do it right
Woah

Game – True Colors / It’s On (1992 Album) letras

Part 1 – True Colors

[Intro]
This ain’t nothin’ nigga. All this gang bangin’ shit? It ain’t nothin’ homie, it ain’t nothin’. I’d give it up, I’m in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain’t nothin’ homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I’m talkin’ bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what’s left? White. Damn right nigga we killin’ each other homie
[Sample: Ice T]
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter

[Verse 1]
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin’ rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D’s, you think it wasn’t
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin’
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin’
My pops start panicin’, moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she’s stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt’d out
“Drive motherfucker” them the words my mom skrt’d out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 2]
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, ’85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin’ cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin’, pops on the couch baggin’
Cousin’s loadin’ Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin’ in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: “Son, don’t you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the cops’ll never catch me
And when you gang bangin’ life’s shorter than Joe Pesci”
Then one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I’m glad my mama didn’t marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn’t there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I’m surrounded by

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 3]
Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin’ with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin’ ’64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin’ from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin’
Couldn’t cook, burnin’ holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin’ on these niggas
If you Crippin’, we was trippin’ on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
I’m lucky I’m alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin’ over

[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Part 2 – It’s On

[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

[Verse: Osbe Chill]
These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it’s any real activity I’m in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I’m Jungles, most my niggas gone so I’ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It’s struggle first, blessin’ last
Like I’ve been hittin’ licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain’t a bitch
Been bangin’ all my life now I’m just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow bashin’
On rappers I’m flowin’ after
The cabbage is all that matters
I’m laughin’, these niggas cowards
It’s Osbe, gang bangin’ is my hobby
Except my model cars it’s a fuckin’ dead body
I’m from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin’ up the clips and hoppin’ out them stolen cars and

[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket