Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DAMU, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Damn Fool, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.05.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
DAMU |
| It’s a full time job nigga stand in line |
| 5−9 bounty hunter bitch i ride that 5 |
| Stone love, i bleed this blood and bang this gang |
| From the B on my fitted nigga down to my shoe strings |
| Niggas know what it is homie Mess damuin' |
| Red this, burgundy that, they know what i’m doin' |
| I was wavin' my flag when i hopped out the pub |
| A few of my homeboy’s had me fucked up |
| Nigga’s crossed game on me, switched up on me |
| Just threw my set in the air like «fuck my homies» |
| Fillmore California i’m representing my square |
| How homie wasn’t blood when blood was right there |
| Soowoo |
| Tan Dickies, red fitted, red bandana |
| Black mossberg pump, call it the work hammer |
| House party niggas trippin' everybody out |
| Fully automatic weapons multiply the body count |
| Creepin' slow niggas howlin' «What that B like?» |
| Good kids but got swallowed by the street life |
| 6 deuce Brims, APD |
| The gangs came with the 'cain back in 83 |
| I been with it Soowoopin' but i don’t B walk |
| I throw knuckles on suckers and let my G talk |
| So check the gang files, you know the name pal |
| It’s Skatterman i sing this song and rep my gang now |
| I was jumped brim, so 6 deuce is the true |
| But niggas scream Vill, from Woodland ave. |
| back to Truce |
| We called it flu hills, from 59th to 56th that’s where i made skrill |
| And earned stripes in the field with Guerrilla niggas |
| Itchy finger quick to peel you niggas, skrilla getters |
| Well paid we was with it nigga, hood niggas |
| Killer City on some blood shit |
| Brimstone stand strong nigga 5−6 |
| And back then blood was thin, the town was all crip |
| We stood strong all along on some Hog shit |
| My west riders tryna claim that they way realer |
| But any killer is a killer can you feel me nigga? |
| 5 years down the line still talkin' blood shit |
| Blood niggas Blood walkin', real Bloods real talkin' |
| Shoestring still flamed up like an oven boy |
| Real killers aimin' at your heart like a lover boy |
| 90 059 is the Zip, you can catch me on the fly if you tryna find a sip |
| If them boys come around then you don’t say zip |
| I keep a Spielberg 'round the corner with them clips |
| Rags on the right, Tech Nine in my reach |
| Leave you lyin' in the streets for lying to the street |
| I’m a lion on the beat, anything i see i feast |
| Top Dawg, Strange Music, shit you know we gotta eat |
| Damu |
| Bumpy’s in the club, that shit’s kinda strange |
| Cause i don’t party with these faggot niggas in the game |
| I come through the door double up 4−4's and a diamond chain |
| To security my name is «he don’t play no games» |
| Put the bass up loud so the club don’t hear this «blaka blaka» |
| I send you niggas flames with these 2 hot Waka flaka’s |
| We flood the spot Katrina style, can’t nobody stop us |
| 5−7 RDV’s we some gangster motherfuckers |
| Rogue Dog! |
| It’s your boy from the nyc og Bumpy Knuckles |
| Nigga fuck you, step to me i’ll buck you |
| Their whole team is pussy, we call them niggas «Slut Crew» |
| Soowoo my niggas, I ain’t blood but i still fuck with you |