Los Awesome

Album: Oxymoron (2014)
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  • I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
    Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

    Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
    Forced by my third leg, plead the fifth
    No L's, no whips
    Backyard full of Crips
    Barbecues and county blues
    This Hoover gangster be the shit
    It ain't much up on our list
    But shoot the killer, hitting licks
    Get any T up out the bitch
    Gangbanging, fuck a clique
    Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
    See, my cripping done spread around the world
    Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer

    Looking like the reaper in your driveway
    Straight spoon your living room
    Liable to drive-by on a summer day
    July 4th'll be a June
    Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
    The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
    Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
    The sound of the drum seen

    I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
    Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

    Don't make me put a lean to a nigga
    Spleen shells through a nigga (Bariiing-petey crack-riiing)
    Stop a dream in its tracks beam down
    Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
    Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
    A$AP.Rocky, the one that I could get it
    Onion in the pocket like a booty on a midget
    Diamond on my rollie, teach a nigga how to fridge it
    Looking at the time, been winning for a minute
    See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
    Seen the souls long gone before I got them
    He was there before I shot him, it's the reaper

    Looking like the reaper in your driveway
    Straight spoon your living room
    Liable to drive-by on a summer day
    July 4th'll be a June
    Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
    The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
    Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
    The sound of the drum seen

    I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
    Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
    Chilling cool-cool with you
    Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

    Tell me more about it in the gutter
    Where it started with the cripping
    Blue on campus know it happened
    Tell me more about it in the gutter
    Where it started with the cripping
    Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo)

    I'm just an Eastside nigga
    Where them niggas say "show you what it be like, nigga"
    Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
    Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
    Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty wings
    Spend a band, push his wig back whenever revolvers spin
    Toe tag 'em, floss flagging like it's all good
    Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods
    Where you from? We never heard of ya
    Walking with the murderers, niggas that'll murder ya
    Steal you like a burglar
    Seen the souls long gone before I got them
    He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper Writer/s: Johnny McKinzie, Pharrell L Williams, Quincey Hanley
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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