Lyrics
Swizz, I see red people
Uh
Uh-huh
Yeah (I can feel it)
It's a half-lit roach sittin' in my ashtray
Should I kill it? (Yes, you can)
It's a drink in my cup and my homie just died
Should I spill it? Ay, let me get my shit off
First thin's first, this rag ain't for play-play
I'm from Westside Bompton, I grew up with the babies
YG and Game, mayday, mayday
We don't do no actin', we ain't Craig and Day-Day
Red rag assassins who gang bang with a passion
Back-to-back in red Impalas while flickin' switches in traffic
Do I got it on me? Dependin' on who askin'
Swizz on the beat, rough ridin' to a classic
Now stop, drop, open up shop on you niggas
Then spin the block on you niggas
Big Blood, in a all-black Beamer like I'm Suge
And YG ridin' shotgun, we wish a nigga would
Throw up Blood for my dawgs, 'cause blood gon' leak
So it's blood on my hands, and blood in the streets (uh-huh)
I see red people (all these reds)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds)
Blood in my Blood walk (ayy), Blood in my talk (ayy)
Bloods in LA (what?) Bloods in New York (yeah)
I see red people (all these reds) (what?)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds) (what? What?)
Su-whoop, su-whoop! Yeah, that's how I come through
400 Block repper but I be on the nine too (too)
I be changin' Cs to Bs, that's what I do
And nah, I ain't dissin' nigga, I'm from Piru (say what?)
Gangland, you gotta slide, nigga that's the bottom line
Shout out to the big homie, he got my Glock modified
Alibi for when they come talkin' bout homicide
And if you turn down a fade, you disqualified
He a flamin' ass, Tree Top bangin' ass
Gang signs all in your face, yeah, make 'em mad
Gotta take 'em back, I been on the block
Ask Q-Ball, he heard when I let off them shots (ooh!)
I love the streets faithfully
But the streets don't love you, the Glock stay with me
Two-steppin', strapped up dangerously
Bompton Piru, I bang the P, with both hands
Throw up Blood for my dawgs, 'cause blood gon' leak (what?)
So it's blood on my hands, and blood in the streets (uh-huh)
I see red people (all these reds)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds)
Blood in my Blood walk (ayy), Blood in my talk (ayy)
Bloods in LA (what?) Bloods in New York (yeah)
I see red people (all these reds) (what?)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds) (what?)
Uh-huh, Game, YG, Swizz
Fricki-fricki-fricki
Uh
Uh-huh
Yeah (I can feel it)
It's a half-lit roach sittin' in my ashtray
Should I kill it? (Yes, you can)
It's a drink in my cup and my homie just died
Should I spill it? Ay, let me get my shit off
First thin's first, this rag ain't for play-play
I'm from Westside Bompton, I grew up with the babies
YG and Game, mayday, mayday
We don't do no actin', we ain't Craig and Day-Day
Red rag assassins who gang bang with a passion
Back-to-back in red Impalas while flickin' switches in traffic
Do I got it on me? Dependin' on who askin'
Swizz on the beat, rough ridin' to a classic
Now stop, drop, open up shop on you niggas
Then spin the block on you niggas
Big Blood, in a all-black Beamer like I'm Suge
And YG ridin' shotgun, we wish a nigga would
Throw up Blood for my dawgs, 'cause blood gon' leak
So it's blood on my hands, and blood in the streets (uh-huh)
I see red people (all these reds)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds)
Blood in my Blood walk (ayy), Blood in my talk (ayy)
Bloods in LA (what?) Bloods in New York (yeah)
I see red people (all these reds) (what?)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds) (what? What?)
Su-whoop, su-whoop! Yeah, that's how I come through
400 Block repper but I be on the nine too (too)
I be changin' Cs to Bs, that's what I do
And nah, I ain't dissin' nigga, I'm from Piru (say what?)
Gangland, you gotta slide, nigga that's the bottom line
Shout out to the big homie, he got my Glock modified
Alibi for when they come talkin' bout homicide
And if you turn down a fade, you disqualified
He a flamin' ass, Tree Top bangin' ass
Gang signs all in your face, yeah, make 'em mad
Gotta take 'em back, I been on the block
Ask Q-Ball, he heard when I let off them shots (ooh!)
I love the streets faithfully
But the streets don't love you, the Glock stay with me
Two-steppin', strapped up dangerously
Bompton Piru, I bang the P, with both hands
Throw up Blood for my dawgs, 'cause blood gon' leak (what?)
So it's blood on my hands, and blood in the streets (uh-huh)
I see red people (all these reds)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds)
Blood in my Blood walk (ayy), Blood in my talk (ayy)
Bloods in LA (what?) Bloods in New York (yeah)
I see red people (all these reds) (what?)
I see red people (all these reds, all these reds) (what?)
Uh-huh, Game, YG, Swizz
Fricki-fricki-fricki