2 Deep lyrics
by Waka Flocka Flame
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep (YG Hootie my n*gga)
Don't get your ass beat (I'mma beat the sh*t outta one of you lil n*ggas, that's on everything)
Don't get your ass beat (Don't get to playin' with me n*gga, on Bompton)
[Verse 1: YG Hootie]
YG, look, look
2 of my n*ggas in the two door, stuntin'
b*tch n*gga mad cause I'm f*cking his woman
Get your ass beat, put to sleep
Dub SD gang, we too deep
Was popping caps on Grove Street
I'm smoking kush, it feel like Bompton
Bumping my wave, I stay popping
He was hating YG so I had to sock him (West gang)
Central Ave., Parmalee
Guns ring out like a harmony
1-4-2, 1-3-4
She f*ck the best? I think so
She think so, we so on
Beat your ass like a Tyson highlight
I ride on you that's my type
The gang life, that's my life
[Verse 2: P. Smurf]
Bright red flag, I'm a Figueroa n*gga
[?] over this green, just like my Grove n*ggas
f*ck a job, get that sh*t over the stove n*gga
Smell of blow on my muthaf*cking clothes n*gga
Grind all day, party all night
Canary yellow diamonds, Ferrari all white
They say that boy a killer, to me he all right
That n*gga ain't got it all, sh*t we just alike
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
I ain't no vegetarian, b*tch I like the beef
Put your lips on the curb, make you bite the streets
Cut your f*cking ankles off if I like your sneaks
Put your ass on the mud, like some Nike cleats (lets go)
Quit acting before I put you in the trunk dummy
Better break fast before I take your lunch money
You had a good show, them goons had to clap ya
I ain't want your b*tch, she got a [?]
[Verse 4: Lil Capp]
See I came to the club on that bullsh*t
My partner outside with a full clip
And that b*tch hold 100 you don't want to fight
Cause after we beat your ass you gone lose your life
So let that sh*t go, pus*y tuck that pride in
Cause when your n*ggas sleeping, my n*ggas ride in
Grove Street killers, my n*ggas wilding
The chopper hanging on my shoulder like a violin
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
Brick Squad so deep, its a privilege to speak
All my fans say "Whats up?" and my [?] meet in Greece
Living [?], code name: muthaf*ckit
2 Bloods in a bucket, 78 cutlass
Monsters, monsters, Gucci Mane's a MunStar
TTG, is the title of my young stars
I'm the man of the South, you can call me [?]
1017 Brick Boyz, Mac-11s
[Verse 6: Frenchie]
P-I-R-U, your own sides [?] I'll buy you
3 n*ggas in the back of the G ride, thats how we ride
I'm a threat on the east side
Black Panther with no peace sign
b*tch I'm bossing out, look how fast I reach mine
The only thing hanging, is the pants on you
Knock you out, you'd swear I had Ciara's feet dancing on you
All my n*ggas trained to go, strapped from head to toe
Players stunt man, and I'll put Shawty Lo
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
[Verse 7: IceBurgandy]
Blood tell em where you from, West Side Englewood
Go and tell em your name, IceBurgandy from neighborhood
Clip hanging out my pocket like a [?]
My flag dark red, like a brick wall
Englewood Avenue, our parties like Grove Street
I'm a young head, respected like an OG
I ain't scared of sh*t, look up in my eyes
I push the line, I think I'm Suge in 1995
[Verse 8: -Wooh da Kid]
First rule never ride if that n*gga snitching (Yes)
They going find him in the lake, while them boys fishing (Grrr)
You just a pawn to Wooh Da King, play your position
Hole just too big, ain't no need for stitching
W-O-O-H D-A K-I-N-G, yeah he's super straight (yes, yes)
Taliban, Hit Squad busting on the Grove
Come and holla at the King, I can get it sold
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat
G-R-O-V-E Street, B-L-O-O-D we too deep
Don't get your ass beat
Don't get your ass beat