Flamin B-Dawgs (Bloods) - Mafia Lane Lyrics

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[BRAZE MAC a.k.a B-BRAZY]

I couldn't wait to find Hawk so we can f*ck this hoe

You know Braze got the hoe so many have to have jaw

In room nine cause it's gonna be a D.L. thang

You can't get in unless you claimin' Denver Mafia/Lane

To show your tatt' at the door niggas ain't bangin' ??

Or step to the curb and gettin' knock the f*ck out

But this nigga that's gon' killas so gone his ass when I'm through

This is Lanes it don't stop, it don't quit, I thought you knew

I got the ?? pumpin' I like f*ck

Pig tails, perm girls Braze khakis and Chucks

I be a nigga flue'd up should I kill it?

(Hell yeah - gotta with the gang I can roll ??)



[LIL' HAWK]

O.G. Inglewood back in the muthaf*ckin' door

Red Riding through your hood givin' up 104

With my dog B-Brazy

Rollin' in the Boupe

As everytime we swoop

We pull a: WOOP WOOP!

I got bitches that slangin' like each and every day

(But she can bangin' though)

C.M.G. for sure (West Side in the house!)

Oh, you didn't know?

Nigga, I'm Lil' muthaf*ckin' Hawkster

And nigga I ain't Africa I'm from Crenshaw Mafia

When I roll with Capone (and you know it's on)

And the J-U-N-E from the F.I. double G

And if I catch a Crab slippin', should I kill him? (hell yeah!)

Red Chucks on my feet, four braids in my head, nigga



I'm just bangin' Mafia/Lanin'

Do you wanna f*ck with me?



[JUNE DAWG]

Surprise out of the cut, G'd up with my Chucks

Servin' cavi on the block is the way I can ?? (so what's up?)

I'm high off the chronic smoke

I'm down to blast any nigga that wanna come and provoke

So take a throw from a West Side Figueroa soldier

If I catch you slippin' hit you up and then I smoke ya

Flex back to my dog house with my G's

Pass saggin' to my knees one bitch's swingin' off the D's

So please I'm tick tockin'

Straight nina blockin'

On the dance floor and got a gang of hoes jockin'

I'm cluckin'

A major grip, down to set trip

Talk shit and get your first slip you just cannot f*ck with

The young gangsta that be goin' toe to toe

Ready to scrap with any nigga representin' Figueroa

But now I'm kickin' down the door

With the infra-red beam

Glock-Glock on your dome lookin' the leather of much steam

With the genius, the quickness

I put them fools down

Shells drop on the gank blood spill by the pound

Bitch, you better watch you say to me

I straight get dope fiend by my nigga K.P.

A Ricket flue'd up, should I kill it? Hell yeah!

West Side Denver as we just done killed ya



I'm just bangin' Mafia/Lane and

Do you wanna f*ck with me?



[LIL' HAWK & BRAZE MAC a.k.a. B-BRAZY]

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the G is be a nigga off the mall?

Nigga you but nigga don't boost him Braze

I'm not, I just don't give a f*ck about no Crabs

Nine block Lanes bitch my brain's mentally ill

Crabs watch your backs nigga at the light by ??

Blood it's the nigga named Braze, H.K. with the scope

Crab niggas wanna trip, Crab niggas get smoked

Snap crackle motherf*ckin' pop

You Rice Crispy-ass niggas

Fool you know this killa

From the 4th to the 'Shaw even C.K. Century

And I'm still rollin' with the D.L.B.

Well it's anybody K f*ck Boover, f*ck ??

I gives a f*ck what you claimin' if you ain't Mafia/Lanin'

Hoes swingin' off the nuts

Yep, but I can't stop ?? set up was Braze blood the hoes start jock

But since I'm Mafia/Lanin'

I'm entertaitin'

My niggas representin' be my niggas gangbangin'

I can't stop, won't stop, nigga I thought you knew

Lil' Hawk Red Riding and f*ck a lil' boy in flue, Woop! Woop!



I'm just bangin' Mafia/Lanin'

Do you wanna f*ck with me?