Darby M-****'n Park

(B-Brazy)

Check this out relative *****

Take this lil' 45.000 *****

And buy you a b(c)utless, a coupè *****

And a **** sack *****

And do what the **** you supposed to do *****

And let these *****s know what's happ'nin

(Green Eyes)

Back up in the mix with some gangsta ****

I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip

Or switched my script

32 months of hard time and grindin

And I can't wait to touch down and get back to rhymin

For so' gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala

And for my scrilla, ***** this is anybody killer

Yeah mutha****as I banged on wax

But that's where you got me twisted at

Cause I banged on facts

With trizzele on my clip as I load

And you can tell I'm a G my *****

By the way I hold it ('wood! 'wood!) *means ingleWOOD*

Never foldin, unloadin when I'm under pressure

50 G's ta lick and not a penny lesser

So I guess I gots ta come with that heat

And put it down for all my true *****s in the streets

So give it up, Inglewood, that's the hood we claim

When we westside mutha****in gang-bang

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park

(Green Eyes)

I done told you once, I done told you twice

****in with me is like ****in with your life

Westside Inglewood and I'ma ride for it

In a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it

So all my life blood I'ma keep it real

For all my *****s stressed out behind these punk-ass deals

Can you feel, I spell blood for this ****

And on my hood I got love for this ****

Cause this gangsta **** is somethin you can feel

Especially when it's comin from a ***** that's real

Young sick-ass *****s, YG's when we roll

Matter of fact packin tec B.G.'s on hood patrole

I don't parole and I'm still servin

It's ****in with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon

Haven't you heard that '98 is a straight paper chase

So what you gon do when my Gat's in your face

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park

Now it's about time for me to speak up my mind

And get some **** off my chest and clear up this mess

Cause some cured about *****s got **** crossed up

I'm lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up

For speakin upon **** and ain't doin nothin

You *****-ass *****, you done pushed my button

Wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back

While I was incarcerated, now your ass is gettin faded

Because that's the block where I grew up

I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw up

Any questions, ask me now, ***** **** later

Cause when I was in the pen *****

I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters

Ain't got **** ta say ta me

Much DAMU love to each and every Y.G

In the pen, the hood, the county *****, whereever you at

2 mutha****in A's ups and blaze a sack *****

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park

I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen

Now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again

So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart

***** you know where I'm at: Darby-mutha****in-Park