Cali Bloodlines by Uso Damu

Talkbox Intro

Ooh, yeah, west side

Bitch I’m a blood (uh, uh)

Chant

Blood, blood, blood (what)

Blood, blood, blood (west side)

Verse 0

Sun bleedin' on the block, SD set it off,

Samoan in my veins, I was raised by the cloth

Hands stained red, never fold under heat,

Rolling on Imperial, my crew in the street

Ghostface scowl, got my name in the alley

Feds try to watch, but my brothers all rally

Old school Chevys, hood love never fake,

First to ride out, I ain't ever press brake

Intro

Yeah, bring that west side heat

Verse 1

Bitch I’m a blood, slide in red lowrider, San Diego sun, never catch me in a spider

Palms in the breeze, homies posted on the corner, talk too slick, get swept like a goner

Check the ink on my skin, Samoan with the muscle, street code strong, grew up with the hustle

Crunchin' up the lane, haters bumpin' their gums, pull up on your turf, leave your goofy ass numb

Chorus

Bitch I’m a blood, red flags in the sky, never tuck it, never hide

Bitch I’m a blood, eyes barkin' in the ride, west coast till I die

Verse 2

Tatted up arms, heavy hands, quick temper, SD blocks, I'm remembered all December

Cussin' out the opps, mama told me not to trip but these punks still pop, so I walk with the clip

Knee deep in the beef, ain't nobody actin' sweet, Samoan blood runnin' hot, territory keep

From Southeast to the pier, respect what you fear, got the chrome on tap, put a bullet in your ear

Chorus

Bitch I’m a blood, red flags in the sky, never tuck it, never hide

Bitch I’m a blood, eyes barkin' in the ride, west coast till I die

Bridge

Red bandana swingin', got my crew on the line

Grew up in the struggle, turned the pain into mine

Dice game on the stoop, see my rivals creepin' slow

But I ain't ever slippin', gotta keep it on go

Verse 3

Blocked up my heart, too real for the fake

West coast in my blood, see the pride in my wake

Fools in my DM tryna talk like they bold

Only fire when it's cold, and my loyalty gold

From the cliffs to the alleys, they all know my stance

Raise a fist for my roots, never needed no chance

San Diego my throne, put respect on my set

You ain't lived what I lived, better never forget

Chorus

Bitch I’m a blood, red flags in the sky, never tuck it, never hide

Bitch I’m a blood, eyes barkin' in the ride, west coast till I die

Chant

Whoop, whoop, blood up, real never run

San Diego, Samoan, we the baddest in the sun

Posse Cut: Verse 4

(Yo, Tino Steppin')

SD blood drippin', keep a cup on the curb

Eyein' all the fakes, make 'em swallow every word

Cousins in the back, all ready for the static

Real ones only, every move automatic

(Pasi Boomin')

Tattooed on my chest, gang tied like a knot

Ain’t no peace talk when we posted up the spot

Hittin' switches, blowin' smoke, keep it rugged in the flesh

Say the wrong thing, put your tongue to the test

Skit: Talkbox

Blood love, oooh yeah, never fold

Hands up, real ones, let 'em know

Outro: Chant

Blood, blood, blood (all day, all night)

San Diego ride, Samoan pride (west coast)

Blood, blood, blood (SD till I go)

Bitch I’m a blood, and you already know