The Return

[Intro: Donel 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 & Donel 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 & Donel 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 & Donel 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: Nikko Gray]

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 & Donel 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: Nikko Gray]

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