Damu Ridas - Young Dogs with No Muzzle lyrics
[Damu Ridas - Young Dogs with No Muzzle lyrics]
Pay close attention gangbangers only
No lollies, no bustas, no yeez
No gilligan niggas
It's the bottom of the knife
And I'm the butter up
Side burns and gold teeth with
Bullet wounds to tatted up
Added up while you sittin' here smilin'
Discussin' these chips while I
Sip off Long Island continue rhyming
At this rate I just keep climbing
But keep in mind
Fuck what you say and what you trying
You niggas dyin' i got this game on lock
And I was chosen to get these
Money that make the Brougham hot
My lifestyle on these streets
Is easily provoked and it's the same in this
Business with these Jewish folks
We call it industry politicin'
Kinda similar to niggas sellin'
Yay and pimpin' so stop your bitchin'
Wy heatin' up, naw he already burnt
A different lesson was learnt
Each corner he turned
Keep a count of what you say and do
'Cause player just like you
The CM's is my fans too
Ha, now, look who's back in the studio
(Studio)
Rough like sand paper but cooler than Coolio
Attitude of a gangsta: don't give a fuck
Got the strut of a hustler
Tryina make a fast buck
I'm still into the same thang
Down with the same gang it's in my heart
Other niggas do it to gain fame but not me
See I'm a rider till I'm Restin' in Peace
Until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit aPG out on another level
Burgundy flaggin', pants saggin' on the 'Shaw
Blastin' on motherfuckers, disobeyin' the law
But we don't give a fuck, we break rules
Take fools
Disrespectin' niggas in the - Avenue Piru
Just lost me and cost me a grip
They wonder I trip and went
And flip the whole script
Bloods & Crips bangin' heads
Claimin' blue and red
Pullin' eighty-five percent
Sittin' in the?Feds?
I shed enough tears in my youth time
Saw cops killed street soldiers
In the truce time nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I wanna let loose
Real bad blood pressure building up
This bullshit got me mad they say
Bangin' is a fad
It's a fad but it's a culture
My bedroom gettin' circled by some vultures
Ultra-sound bouncin' back
Now we having twins
But where the fuck I'mma get my ends?
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Nigga, I'm stuck with nowhere to go
Fulla gangbangers known to scrap
Pimps and hoes
The world move fast if you chargin' a hoe
Since I'm bangin' on these streets I
Got to stay on my toes
I suppose, to separate them from us
Hop out the car, scrap 'em up, pat 'em up
Guard they gat 'em up, gag it up
Because they start to stay
It's 'bout squabbles and rank
And just last how to drink
I'm 'bout to faint
I can't think, I'm livin'?
Gold Daytons, dope dealin'
Wit' a gang of women i'm sinnin' daily
But I don't really care
Fuck a dream it's more like a nightmare
I got nothing to lose, uh beach cruiser
On the handle bars extended clip Ruger
Shoot fly don't let it bother me
I hope it's a dream 'cause
I'm wanted for a robbery
From the County Jail Inglewood you
Can't fuck with it and since I got courted
It's like I'm stuck with it
Young Gangsta Green Eyez, Nine-Deuce
Eight block for sure
And I'm back with my true dog
From the 1-0 to the 4 lil' Hawk YG
Now we both on the streets
So it's a must we bust
My nigga, and serve they ass heat
And I gots beef with Mack 10
'cause your bitch-ass is a mark
You can meet me at Cen'nela
Rogers, or Darby Park
'Cause it really don't matter
I'll bust a cap and we the real niggas who
Put Inglewood on the map
And every time I bee your ass
Yo' ass goin' get mobbed
Remember when the big homie slapped you and
Put you on the head lock
But that's just some small shit
That all bustas do
Mike Skee been down since '92 and
Ain't got one call from you
But I gots all my homies back
To the day they parole
Inglewood up to Big Green Eyez or
And PD Wack up in hole
And every dog I roll with we's
Gon' representin' to the fullest, man
And ain't no nigga I was locked up
Can put salt on my name
Yep it's the Figueroa riders (Riders)
Shoot 'em while they inside a
Blue Butlass with the windows tinted
Couple of homies hit it
I heard y'all niggas be trippin'
Y'all OG's be trippin'
'Cause y'all niggas don't put no work in
For the turf
We from Figueroa to Woodworth (WOOP! WOOP)
Flamed like Papa Smurf
Red beanies, red bhakis and red T-shirt
Oh you got nerve
What you serve with this gangsta shit
I stay lit off the Thunderbird, Cadillac
Gettin' serve
Niggas know the 84 pillow tucked
Bullet holes, windows bust, Braze from Lanes
I fuck shit up
For the broads and the YG's, OG's
DT, Earth, Bam, Lil' Bee, Evil-Al, K-P
Hold yo' horses, of course B-Brazy a bust
I'm in a G-Ride bustin'
First Crab I'm rushin'
Fuck them fool nigga, ooh, what you wanna do?
Hit their ass with the old school
Rusty-ass Crabs deuce
Give them too if they bust a U, give 'em two
Save a few, in case you chase me down
Bust 'em with the last (WOOP WOOP)
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle (Muzzle)
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble
No lollies, no bustas, no yeez
No gilligan niggas
It's the bottom of the knife
And I'm the butter up
Side burns and gold teeth with
Bullet wounds to tatted up
Added up while you sittin' here smilin'
Discussin' these chips while I
Sip off Long Island continue rhyming
At this rate I just keep climbing
But keep in mind
Fuck what you say and what you trying
You niggas dyin' i got this game on lock
And I was chosen to get these
Money that make the Brougham hot
My lifestyle on these streets
Is easily provoked and it's the same in this
Business with these Jewish folks
We call it industry politicin'
Kinda similar to niggas sellin'
Yay and pimpin' so stop your bitchin'
Wy heatin' up, naw he already burnt
A different lesson was learnt
Each corner he turned
Keep a count of what you say and do
'Cause player just like you
The CM's is my fans too
Ha, now, look who's back in the studio
(Studio)
Rough like sand paper but cooler than Coolio
Attitude of a gangsta: don't give a fuck
Got the strut of a hustler
Tryina make a fast buck
I'm still into the same thang
Down with the same gang it's in my heart
Other niggas do it to gain fame but not me
See I'm a rider till I'm Restin' in Peace
Until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit aPG out on another level
Burgundy flaggin', pants saggin' on the 'Shaw
Blastin' on motherfuckers, disobeyin' the law
But we don't give a fuck, we break rules
Take fools
Disrespectin' niggas in the - Avenue Piru
Just lost me and cost me a grip
They wonder I trip and went
And flip the whole script
Bloods & Crips bangin' heads
Claimin' blue and red
Pullin' eighty-five percent
Sittin' in the?Feds?
I shed enough tears in my youth time
Saw cops killed street soldiers
In the truce time nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I wanna let loose
Real bad blood pressure building up
This bullshit got me mad they say
Bangin' is a fad
It's a fad but it's a culture
My bedroom gettin' circled by some vultures
Ultra-sound bouncin' back
Now we having twins
But where the fuck I'mma get my ends?
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Nigga, I'm stuck with nowhere to go
Fulla gangbangers known to scrap
Pimps and hoes
The world move fast if you chargin' a hoe
Since I'm bangin' on these streets I
Got to stay on my toes
I suppose, to separate them from us
Hop out the car, scrap 'em up, pat 'em up
Guard they gat 'em up, gag it up
Because they start to stay
It's 'bout squabbles and rank
And just last how to drink
I'm 'bout to faint
I can't think, I'm livin'?
Gold Daytons, dope dealin'
Wit' a gang of women i'm sinnin' daily
But I don't really care
Fuck a dream it's more like a nightmare
I got nothing to lose, uh beach cruiser
On the handle bars extended clip Ruger
Shoot fly don't let it bother me
I hope it's a dream 'cause
I'm wanted for a robbery
From the County Jail Inglewood you
Can't fuck with it and since I got courted
It's like I'm stuck with it
Young Gangsta Green Eyez, Nine-Deuce
Eight block for sure
And I'm back with my true dog
From the 1-0 to the 4 lil' Hawk YG
Now we both on the streets
So it's a must we bust
My nigga, and serve they ass heat
And I gots beef with Mack 10
'cause your bitch-ass is a mark
You can meet me at Cen'nela
Rogers, or Darby Park
'Cause it really don't matter
I'll bust a cap and we the real niggas who
Put Inglewood on the map
And every time I bee your ass
Yo' ass goin' get mobbed
Remember when the big homie slapped you and
Put you on the head lock
But that's just some small shit
That all bustas do
Mike Skee been down since '92 and
Ain't got one call from you
But I gots all my homies back
To the day they parole
Inglewood up to Big Green Eyez or
And PD Wack up in hole
And every dog I roll with we's
Gon' representin' to the fullest, man
And ain't no nigga I was locked up
Can put salt on my name
Yep it's the Figueroa riders (Riders)
Shoot 'em while they inside a
Blue Butlass with the windows tinted
Couple of homies hit it
I heard y'all niggas be trippin'
Y'all OG's be trippin'
'Cause y'all niggas don't put no work in
For the turf
We from Figueroa to Woodworth (WOOP! WOOP)
Flamed like Papa Smurf
Red beanies, red bhakis and red T-shirt
Oh you got nerve
What you serve with this gangsta shit
I stay lit off the Thunderbird, Cadillac
Gettin' serve
Niggas know the 84 pillow tucked
Bullet holes, windows bust, Braze from Lanes
I fuck shit up
For the broads and the YG's, OG's
DT, Earth, Bam, Lil' Bee, Evil-Al, K-P
Hold yo' horses, of course B-Brazy a bust
I'm in a G-Ride bustin'
First Crab I'm rushin'
Fuck them fool nigga, ooh, what you wanna do?
Hit their ass with the old school
Rusty-ass Crabs deuce
Give them too if they bust a U, give 'em two
Save a few, in case you chase me down
Bust 'em with the last (WOOP WOOP)
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle (Muzzle)
YGB's tryin' to bubble clips, double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today fuck y'all
Some more pieces to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
YGB's tryin' to bubble