Surf Gvng Gvng Signs Lyrics

[Hook]
Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
[?], throw up the deuce, we [?]
They say that we throwin' the gang signs (that's right)
They say that we throwin' the gang signs (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be a gangster, 'till the gangsters here
(Surf Gvng in the building)
And everybody wanna be a Christian 'till the boys on the block here chillin'
But, [?] up, and we still screamin' Jesus
Lord, Lord Jesus
Hallelujah Lord Jesus
Jehova Nissi be my banner
Trustin' the blood, and I'm eatin' his manna
Dressed in all black with that all black bandana
Come from the bottom [?]
Tell them we did it for [?]
Tell them we did it for love
Tell them we come from the hood
Dreadlocks be feeling like wool
Jesus of Nazareth, runnin' with savages
Feelin' like Moses, [?] these choppers surrounding me
Hands in the air, they be risin', they feelin' like [?]
But homie we feelin' lit
La familia, familiar with Calvary
They say if I fall, they promise they carry me

[Hook]
Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
[?], throw up the deuce, we [?]
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
They say that we throwin' the gang signsyeah)
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin', nah [Verse 2]
Christian rap and I claim I'm
Covered in blood and we come from the mud
Relate to their speakin', that's how I came up
207, Everyday's nothin'
[?]
Countin' up cause they jealous [?] by the [?] on that next flip
Christians love it, and [?], but got skater surf and we lit
[?], soul searchin' here [?]
([?] streets when the streets don't love us back)
Cause we come from the bottom, them boys that got nothin'
But a dirty Glock, and [?]
[?], young hitters don't know how to act
I pray for 'em , everyday for 'em, Lord please make a way for 'em
Smoking them trees and they don't know whatsup
Homie on lean and then mama gave up
Street's all they got, so [?]
Shots fired, these bodies droppin'
[?] gotta do something, [?]
Runnin' them streets and we keep it a hundred
Surf Gvng on err'thang
On err'thang isn't nothing
On err'thang isn't nothing
Nothin'

[Hook]
Keep it one-hundred, we runnin' the streets and they love it
[?], throw up the deuce, we [?]
They say that we throwin' the gang signs
They say that we throwin' the gang signsyeah)
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin' Nah

[Outro]
(Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin')
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
(Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin' /i>)
Keep my hands high, I ain't worried 'bout you frontin'
Nah