Damu lyrics

by

Tech N9ne


[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm

[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
It's a full time job n*gga stand in line
5-9 bounty hunter b*tch i ride that 5
Stone love, i bleed this blood and bang this gang
From the B on my fitted n*gga down to my shoe strings
n*ggas know what it is homie Mess damuin'
Red this, burgundy that, they know what i'm doin'
I was wavin' my flag when i hopped out the pub
A few of my homeboy's had me f*cked up
n*gga's crossed game on me, switched up on me
Just threw my set in the air like "f*ck my homies"
Fillmore California i'm representing my square
How homie wasn't blood when blood was right there
Soowoo

[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm

[Verse 2: Skatterman]
Tan di*kies, red fitted, red bandana
Black mossberg pump, call it the work hammer
House party n*ggas trippin' everybody out
Fully automatic weapons multiply the body count
Creepin' slow n*ggas howlin' "What that B like?"
Good kids but got swallowed by the street life
6 deuce Brims, APD
The gangs came with the 'cain back in 83
I been with it Soowoopin' but i don't B walk
I throw knuckles on suckers and let my G talk
So check the gang files, you know the name pal
It's Skatterman i sing this song and rep my gang now
[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
I was jumped brim, so 6 deuce is the true
But n*ggas scream Vill, from Woodland ave. back to Truce
We called it flu hills, from 59th to 56th that's where i made skrill
And earned stripes in the field with Guerrilla n*ggas
Itchy finger quick to peel you n*ggas, skrilla getters
Well paid we was with it n*gga, hood n*ggas
Killer City on some blood sh*t
Brimstone stand strong n*gga 5-6
And back then blood was thin, the town was all crip
We stood strong all along on some Hog sh*t
My west riders tryna claim that they way realer
But any killer is a killer can you feel me n*gga?

[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm

[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
5 years down the line still talkin' blood sh*t
Blood n*ggas Blood walkin', real Bloods real talkin'
Shoestring still flamed up like an oven boy
Real killers aimin' at your heart like a lover boy
90059 is the Zip, you can catch me on the fly if you tryna find a sip
If them boys come around then you don't say zip
I keep a Spielberg 'round the corner with them clips
Rags on the right, Tech Nine in my reach
Leave you lyin' in the streets for lying to the street
I'm a lion on the beat, anything i see i feast
Top Dawg, Strange Music, sh*t you know we gotta eat
Damu
[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm

[Verse 5: Freddie Foxxx]
Bumpy's in the club, that sh*t's kinda strange
Cause i don't party with these faggot n*ggas in the game
I come through the door double up 4-4's and a diamond chain
To security my name is "he don't play no games"
Put the bass up loud so the club don't hear this "blaka blaka"
I send you n*ggas flames with these 2 hot Waka flaka's
We flood the spot Katrina style, can't nobody stop us
5-7 RDV's we some gangster motherf*ckers
Rogue Dog! It's your boy from the nyc og Bumpy Knuckles
n*gga f*ck you, step to me i'll buck you
Their whole team is pus*y, we call them n*ggas "sl*t Crew"
Soowoo my n*ggas, I ain't blood but i still f*ck with you

[Chorus]
Damu, Damu i'm
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