Los Awesome

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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
 Cool with you, cool with you
 Chilling cool-cool with you
 Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
 Cool with you, cool with you
 Chilling cool-cool with you
 Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
 Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
 4th by my 3rd leg, plead the 5th
 No Ls, no whips, backyard full of Crips
 Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit
 It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks
 Get EBT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique
 Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
 See, my Cripping done spread around the world
 Put his top below his bottom, it's the reaper
 Looking like the reaper in your driveway
 Strays through your living room
 Liable to drive-by on a summer day
 July 4th will be in June
 Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
 The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
 Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
 The sound that the drums sing
 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, pariiing, Peedi 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, want it I can get it
 Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
 Diamond on my rollie, teach a nigga how to fridge it
 Looking at the times, they 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 dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
 Looking like the reaper in your driveway
 Strays through your living room
 Liable to drive-by on a summer day
 July 4th will be in June
 Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
 The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
 Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
 The sound that the drums sing
 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 a Eastside nigga
 William Nickerson, show you what it be like, nigga
 Lit 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
 Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
 Handle bars of a Schwinn, guns blow like dusty winds
 Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins
 Toe tag 'em, false 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
 Seemed the soul was long gone before I got them
 He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
 Ain't no worries, darling
 'Cause we're going to Spain, catch a plane to Tibet, darling
 Can I show you this world, baby?
 Ain't no rules to this life, darling
 

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Duration
04:12
Key
1
Tempo
82 BPM

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