Pants Hang Low
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Aye, man, motherfucker just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?) Pull my pants up, I went up to that motherfucker And told him I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppers You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't want no problems If you sweet and you know it, f*ck it gone rob ya Want straight yappas, f*ck with no revolvers Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer Last two cases, bought four charges In the hood, couple rules that you must follow If you don't then, slugs'a be in your body Want my paper, get my shawty Hustle all day, try to ride big body Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage Will I still f*ck'a, I don't know, yeah, probably Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shawty Who I hang with the most, probably my 40 Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga This where you find the most snitches, and most guns Go four little partners right now, on the run Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned Guns stay swole every first of the month If you ain't got 5, you better not stunt Hood cut throat, can't even front Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk No shirt, pants saggin' with big charm If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt Geeked in this trap, come through the front Jack boys ridin', tryin' to find what they want Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his lunch Cause, if you get behind me, then I'm goin' punch 554's under the hood, will run Cause I'm from the hood, and this is how it done I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga Yeah, ladies and gentlemen You're now listenin' to the ghetto music And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge, Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah Good night y'all
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Written by: BYRON O. THOMAS, ALGERNOD LANIER WASHINGTON
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