Letra Peace treaty Murs & Fashawn

Peace treaty

[Verse 1: Murs]
This sound like summertime, sound like a picnic
Bloods and crips at the park just kicking it
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'key the rock'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'see the block'
Having birthday parties up at [?], huh
It's all about the kids so we all get along
Chilling with your red or blue fitted on
Even though it's a pot of cake we sitting on
Oh, it's a fight? Then everybody fighting
We all jumping in even if you don't like it
If you from the block then you got his back
If that's how you rock then holla back
And nobody want no problems, Jack
A game of dominoes, and a lot of yak
Been the minute since the riots and all of that
[?] truce, about time we brought it back

[Hook:]
(Niggas showing up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping, cause it's a black thang
Niggas showing up, from this gang and that gang
Nobody set tripping, cause it's a black thang
Blue and red everywhere, look how strong we are)

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Sound like [?] city in the summer, don't it?
We about 5 point 0, swing another donut
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'First Street'
You ain't from my city if you never heard of 'Chris' Meat'
Fool, birthdays up in Homespark
Kaki's with overblown starks
Throw 'em of the shoulders with the little homie
Shawn hand gonna let his chromes spark
Back in 9-2
Every young nigga I knew, bang red or blue
Every young killer I knew had a bulletproof
But while we at the barbecue we gotta let it loose
Huh, really? I'm not interested in the drama
Wait a sec, just spotted my next baby drama
I'm a marinate with this 40 ounce
Later I be laying up in shorty house, fool

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fashawn]
Okay, where was I, now we at the crib
Finally got me alone, body outta this world
Lil mama was gone, blame Malibu beach
For a sentiment tone, I had to get me a taste
But it really couldn't wait
She had dubble D's, no waist
Gorgeous peak with a California face
It's like I escape when I'm inside her
Ayo, Murs, she remind me of a Impala

[Verse 4: Murs]
Hold the one that just came out the bathroom, huh
The fly one with the tattoo on the thigh
Light skin girl, turned her red in the sun
[?] on with her hair in a bun
You see the babygirl on the [?]
Those Asian dudes got me thinking nasty things
We two-stepping to the sunset
Been at it all day, but we ain't done yet

[Hook]