The Return

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[Intro: Smokes] Yeah nigga, Smokes nigga Westside the best side, Eastside the beast side L.A., Compton, Watts, Carson No Crippin', no Bloodin' But we banging on these niggas universally with this music Young Blu, Bridgetown [Verse 1: Blu & Smokes] Ayo, I never banged, and through it all, never changed my name They used to call me Young Blu, before the fame Like my cousin Smurf Heard about a OG who used to run that turf, then he got murked Puttin' in work with the Blacks when the Browns was beefin' I got my griefin' after school with the chicks grievin' Like, "Blu, thank God that wasn't you", ayo One week later, they got my homeboy too, ayo (Damn) Dang (Young Mel) My cousin used to tell me, "Boy watch for them colors Other than that, you be the illest motherfucker" So I pushed to the streets, I pushed to the beach End up pushin' more raps than I ever pushed trees I had beats from the best, uh, just to make it known I was a beast from the West, tryna get put on With the Snoops and the Games, the Cubes and the Pacs Next thing you know, they bangin' Blu on the block My nigga bang, bang! [Hook: Blu & Smokes] When the times get hard in the streets (Niggas bang) When them right bars sit up on the beat (Niggas bang) When niggas sling cocaine all day to make change Niggas bang, niggas bang, niggas bang-bang Tryna tell ahk, "Watch where you walk" (Niggas bang) When that spark set fire to that heart (Niggas bang) From the rollers to the lames, ain't a damn thing change My niggas bang, niggas bang, bang-bang Throw a dub up nigga, throw it up [Verse 2: Blu & Smokes] Now I'm back up on the block, rap shit locked Pocket full of money, no crack in my socks, uh Shouts to the homies in jail with no bail And props to the homies that blow but don't sell They be like "Oh well, more room for the real" Popped a fake in the face for actin' like I can't tell Yeah it feels all good in the hood, I know it ain't Should be smellin' all good but, I know it stank Young Blu, Black Bruise Brothers, let's go Tell the homie hold the shank while I blow the dank Roll the streets with that cannon like we roll in tanks Uh, gold plates ho, I know they gon' hate Might as well get the gold plaques, and the platinum chains See me when you see me, 'til then, kiss the genie Spell G, me, you could never be me, believe me Put the CD on smoke, fuck PDs and the hoes And them niggas talkin' 'bout they shit bang when it don't My nigga bang, bang! (All my niggas, let's go) [Bridge: Female Singer] Some don't seem to realize you go blind tryna see her Screamin' tried-and-true, you'll lose your voice just tryna be her No stranger to the game but you can't seem to believe her You'll see her, when the morning comes [Hook: Blu] When the times get hard in the streets (Niggas bang) When them right bars sit up on the beat (Niggas bang) When niggas sling cocaine all day to make change Niggas bang, niggas bang, niggas bang-bang Tryna tell ahk, "Watch where you walk" (Niggas bang) When that spark set fire to that heart (Niggas bang) From the rollers to the lames, ain't a damn thing change My niggas bang, niggas bang, bang-bang [Verse 3: Blu & Smokes] Ayo, next thing you know, I'm in that county With a whole bunch of real OGs surroundin' me What you do when your name's Blu And you run into a Crip, a cholo, a Piru And everybody wanna know on the coast what set you claim? All my life I had the name, but never banged I'm from the Bridge, my folk from the 4th Eastside to the dro, and all the way back home (Eastside) Let it be known (To the Westside, yeah) I got love for my block, love for my color Love for my streets, and love for my brother But a nigga put his hands on me, we catch fades Fuck I look like thirty, gettin' jumped in a gang? And my peeps say, "How you keep peace these days If you ain't got a piece by your reach these days?" I say "My nigga, when you victim to the system It don't matter what you do, they always fuckin' with you So just bang, bang!" [Bridge: Female Singer] Some don't seem to realize you go blind tryna see her Screamin' tried-and-true, you'll lose your voice just tryna be her No stranger to the game but you can't seem to believe her You'll see her, when the morning comes
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