| Right
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| What’s up to all the busta ass niggas
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| Punk-ass bitches
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| Swingin' on the nuts of the WOOP! |
| WOOP!
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| For the motherfuckin' M and the L nigga
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| West Sider, C-K Riders
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| You know I’m sayin', all that shit
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| What’s up B-Brazy?
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| Uh
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| Nigga, tell 'em where you from
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| West Side Inglewood
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| Blood, tell 'em your name
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| Lil' Hawk Red Rider
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| The C.M.G. |
| is the hood that I clizzaim
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| D.L.B. |
| Mafia Lanes and ain’t shit changed
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| You Ricket niggas must respect this
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| M and the L Y.G.'s and can’t no Crabs check this
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| Crab niggas need to kill the noise
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| Cause they don’t wanna fuck with us blood clot boys
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| I’m on the mission, nigga
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| And there go the G-Ride
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| I hop inside showin' these Crabs what that B like
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| The C-Side ready to wanna fuck with this?
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| Slippin' and slidin', C-K Ridin'
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| And fuck the Crabs, nigga this is M and the L
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| I rather let them fools straight burn in hell
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| Four menace and I’m out, Y.G. |
| Lil' Hawkster
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| Denver Lanes and them Crenshaw Mafia, nigga
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| (West Side is in the motherfuckin' house, nigga)
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| Hoo-ridin' on the WestSide, a lil' something something
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| The nigga that tripped out but is the same nigga that’s comin'
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| With the Mafia Lanes runnin' eveything if you ask me
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| Hawk and Wy in the house, watchin these niggas that’s tryin' to blast me
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| While the Crabs get bucked, while YG’s on our nuts
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| Tryin' to stomp not givin' a fuck, bangin' out Coupes, Cut-
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| Cutlasses and Regals, Desert Eagles in our laps
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| Not to stash, we on the map for bustin' on Crabs (WOOP WOOP)
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| Red flags, khakis saggin' lower than before
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| That nigga from 104th to 109th and Figueroa
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| Ain’t no joke, Crabs get smoked, you say «loc» you die
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| Enter at your own risk and welcome to the WestSide
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| Where hoo-ride on the flee side to K ride (WOOP WOOP)
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| Tell your friends it’s that fool Lil' Laniak Duce
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| With the khaki suit, dickie boots, I’m always G’d up
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| Smokin' some weed up, throwin' the L and the B up
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| To you, him, them, the CM’s with me
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| In the D-E-N-V-E-R-L-A-N-E
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| Still throwed off that bud, throwin' up Blood, khakis to our knees
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| Bitches dick teasin' gets bust in they mugs
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| What’s up Wy and Hawkster?
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| THE MAFIA’S THE HOUSE!
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| Bangin' with the Lane and aimin' and taking the Franklins out
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane (Woop Woop)
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| How could a Crab go up against a Dog?
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| Yeah, bitch it’s me: Big Wy Y.G., uh
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| With the untold mystery story to tell
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| About the motherfuckin' WestSide M and the L
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| We bring Crabs to they knees
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| Bow down and scream «please!»
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| I wear up beanie and jeans at a hundred degrees
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| Set trips, I kill Rips, M and L on that ass
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| The enemy shooter gangsta mack
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| Disrespect, I call you Crab (WOOP WOOP)
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| I drink gin and take weed to the brain
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| I smoke weed to pause
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| And hit you up off the «more bounce»
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| And that’s real, take it how you wanna take it
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| Killin' friends and hoes
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| Claimin' tears of foes
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| You wanna chuck? |
| Bring a gun, nigga, fuck a talk
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| I give up M and the L, WOOP WOOP when I Blood-walk
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| Stomp to your hood, I got your head on the ceiling
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| In the streets you slippin', steady dippin' you trippin'
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| C-Note you’s a punk-ass Crab bitch
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| I got my strap throw aim at your cleavage
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| It’s the L and the M, M and L the same
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| Nigga, peace to Rick James, Blood Mafia/Lanes
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane
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| WOOP WOOP, WOOP WOOP
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| Mafia Lane.
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| CRENSHAW MAFIA DENVER LANES |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mafia Lane , by - Bloods & Crips. Song from the album Bangin' on Wax Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп