Blu, Cashus King - Above Crenshaw lyrics

Yo, yo, check it, yo, yo

Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
UV Raiders ain't showin' no green

Uh, huh
Since I was a yella comin out of Centinela
Vernon Infamada had them goldies
In the fish tank
Bad on cassette tape, bad on cassette tape
Guttenberg, French fries
Drinks to Mike Lauries
Walked to the store and seen
A rise on the corner
On some holy mission missionary
Waitin for the war fuck Jerry's Atari
Got great grades off robbers
Martin Luther King Parade, it’s first grade
18 when she first taught me how to French
And I was 12
Got a brown sugar from the Slauson Swap
Pop cigarettes that ain't smell
Like my grandma's baby Lucas poured into
That California popcorn
Pourin' on a Tuesday, pourin' on a Wednesday
'Fore I'm at Thursday, Woody on my birthday
Hoodie on church day
Squab it to the curb surf
Word, finding out my girlfriend sold crack
New pair of panties and patent leather grants
Doors on that '75 Burgundy Chrysler
Marty’s first rap
Fish house by Woody’s member
Ma's pain whoopings after Pa's
Pain cooking jug
All the woofin' I done done in every club
Every chubby chick I dodge
Tryna get knocked up
Every fuckin cop dodged 'fore I got locked up
Every shout out that I got for
Every pellet gunshot I bust
What? Fuck you doin in some BKs?
Getting busy in a Burger King bathroom
I'm full, leaving niggas at the Denny's
With the building
Peeled to the crib, Telemundo killin' kids
Pink sobers cop the most pink tacos
Titty squos, Pig Latin to the vatos
In the boonies where nobody really knew me
But the hood was still in me even
When I didn't knew it was

Excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
UV Raiders ain't showin' no green

I’m so fluorescent
I could light up your dreams
Just so caressin', no touchin', no
Don’t you know?
Wanted that bass, that clappin', that boom
And that backseat swinging that FN, no room

Since I was a shorty coming
Up with Trays and 40s
Used to pretend with the homies
Playin cops and OGs are you dancing with the
Handsome ugly darkness?
Posted up on Stocker like, "Pardon me
Could you buy a blunt for me?"
We rolled it up with Marcus
Front of Bone’s apartment, Stone laughin'
Flickin' roaches, we was coaches
Lost and something found
They was playin Snoop and Cube

Even as a youth, I was bumpin Underground, yo
I knew I was late runnin' out home
I knew I was slippin' when
Some Crips runnin from Stone
Photo: we wore sneakers, B ball
We all innocent took a hit
Started losing grip of our
Own standing coliseum as my dome bled
Beat me like I stole something from 'em
Went to school in Santa Monica
My mama must be on something
The drums and the harmonica

Remind me of the Christian choir
Off of Lincoln pP burnin', dipped in fire
Bonnie burned me off of Grayburn
Take a right, back when daddy was alive
Days turn to nights
Philipp’s barbeque, house at Darnes
Murphy High aim up was my first
Touched it by the bungalows
Never could afford it for
The forward was reversed
Been broke since out of bonds
Statuary situations

Grown men and little girls
And there was girls at the shows
Chorus and the verse 'Fore I was a spitter
Was a nigga from the dirt
Staring at the ass on the back of Ms scott
Hopscotch, butterscotch
Now it’s butter when I rock
Came a long way from 4th Ave at the bud spots
Came a long way from 4th Ave at the bud spot
And whatnots, yes

Yo, excuse these daggers, swagger so mean
UV Raiders ain't showin' no green

I’m so fluorescent
I could light up your dreams
Just so caressin', no touchin', no
Don't you know?
Wanted that bass, that clappin', that boom
That backseat swinging that FN, no room

So sassy, meet me at Telly or Gotelly
Straight shoppin' what I land
Pay the luggage for your teddy
I’m so fluorescent
I could light up your dreams
Just so caressin', no touchin', no
Don’t you know?
Wanted that bass, that clappin', that boom
That backseat swinging that FN, no