![The Return - Blu](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/32847511104373925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Return |
Ayo I never banged, and through it all, never changed my name |
They used to call me Young Blu, before the fame |
Like my cousin Smurf, heard about a OG who used to run that turf |
Then he got murked |
Puttin' in work with the Blacks when the Browns was beefin' |
I got my griefin' after school with the chicks grievin' |
Like Blu, thank God that wasn’t you, ayo |
One week later, they got my homeboy too, ayo |
Dang, my cousin used to tell me, «Boy watch for them colors.» |
Other than that, you be the illest mothafucka" |
So I pushed to the streets, I pushed to the beach |
End up pushin' more raps than I ever pushed trees |
I had beats from the best |
Just to make it known, I was a beast from the West |
Tryna get put on with the Snoops and the Games |
The Cubes and the Pacs |
Next thing you know they bangin' Blu on the block |
My nigga, bang! |
When the times get hard in the streets, niggas bang |
When them right bars sit up on the beat, niggas bang |
When niggas sling cocaine all day to make change |
Niggas bang, niggas bang, niggas bang-bang |
Tryna tell ahk, «Watch where you walk», niggas bang |
When that spark set fire to that heart, niggas bang |
From the rollers to the lames, ain’t a damn thing change |
My niggas bang, niggas bang, bang-bang |
Now I’m back up on the block, rap shit locked |
Pocket full of money, no crack in my socks |
Shouts to the homies in jail with no bail |
And props to the homies that blow but don’t sell |
They be like «Oh well, more room for the real» |
Popped a fake in the face for actin' like I can’t tell |
Yeah it feels all good in the hood, I know it ain’t |
Should be smellin' all good, but, I know it stank |
Tell the homie hold the shape while I blow that dank |
Roll the streets with that cannon like we rollin' tanks |
Unh, gold plates ho, I know they gon' hate |
Might as well get the gold plaques, and the platinum chains |
See me when you see me, 'til then, kiss the genie |
Spell G, me, you could never be me, believe me |
Put your CD on smoke, fuck PDs and the hoes |
And them niggs talkin' 'bout their shit bang when it don’t |
My nigga, bang |
No stranger to the game, but you can’t seem to relieve her |
You’ll see her, when the morning comes |
Ayo, next thing you know, I’m in that county |
With a whole bunch of real OG’s surroundin' me |
What you do when your name’s Blu |
And you run into a Crip, a Cholo, a Piru? |
And everybody wanna know on the coast, what set you claim |
All my life I had that name, but never banged |
I’m from the Bridge, my folk from the 4th |
East side to the dro, and all the way back home, let it be known |
I got love for my block, love for my color |
Love for my streets, and love for my brother |
But a nigga put his hands on me, we catch fades |
Fuck I look like? |
30, gettin' jumped in a gang |
And my peeps say, «How you keep peace these days |
If you ain’t got a piece by your reach these days?» |
I say, my nigga, when you victim to the system |
It don’t matter what you do, they always fuckin' with you |
So just bang |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Radio Daze ft. Blu, P.O.R.N., Dice Raw | 2009 |
The Strip ft. Blu, Madlib, Anderson .Paak | 2015 |
The Aura ft. Johnson Barnes, Blu | 2016 |
The Day ft. Blu, Phonte, Patty Crash | 2009 |
For Whom The Bell Tolls ft. will.i.am, Blu, Phonte | 2020 |
The Feeling ft. Exile, Blu & Exile, Jacinto Rhines | 2020 |
When The Gods Meet ft. Blu, Exile, ISHĒ | 2020 |
Greetings ft. Blu, Madlib | 2015 |
Miles Davis ft. Exile | 2020 |
True & Livin' ft. Blu, Exile | 2020 |
The Lost Angels Anthem ft. OH No, Blu, Oh No | 2019 |
The Buzz ft. Blu, Madlib | 2015 |
Runaway ft. Blu, Exile | 2016 |
Shit Is On ft. Blu, N.hardem, Raw Poetic | 2016 |
Kiss the Sky ft. Mela Machinko | 2013 |
Doin' Nothin' ft. U-God | 2013 |
Everything's Ok ft. Jack Davey | 2013 |
Everybody Nose ft. SA-RA Creative Partners, Nola Darling | 2013 |
Above Crenshaw ft. Cashus King | 2013 |
Slngbngrs | 2013 |