Lyrics:
ist es auch nicht grad beklagenswert
Mal was anderes als ein Wohnzimmerabend mit Privatkonzert
Samuel, mein Glas ist leer, darum komm mal fix in
ist es auch nicht grad beklagenswert
Mal was anderes als ein Wohnzimmerabend mit Privatkonzert
Samuel, mein Glas ist leer, darum komm mal fix in
feeling good, feeling good boy
You know that I’m from the hood, I’m from the hood boy
Leave me make I catch my cruise,catch my cruise b**
Don’t join your
Knock a nigga off that nag with that mag, Jackson, Samuel, huh
Hmm, faked them niggas out, they thought I went on tour
I ain't even wanna go, been
outside, bomb in the street
Gun in the hood, mob of police
Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend
And a bottle full of lean and a model
whack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash n****, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
somethin'
And go to wreckin' shit like I
Been in a bad crash
In the hood, I'm access for real
Ask, he'll tell you that I was Trill
Million dollar mouthpiece
ya
Keep an umbrella
And flip ya hood towards this cultural Nokia
Cut from a block of stone, the wonders of Africa
Rarely shown
That's why we marvel
solo con me quando tu non ci sei
Nel quartiere Robin Hood, sono un neighborhood hero (hero)
Hood Religion la mia hoodie, lei col booty sul mio viso (uoo)
the muhfuckas from they streets miss me
Ooh aye leave it up to me nigga
We gone have every hood in the D getting
Yea
West to the east wit it
A few lil straight
popping with some tape and a snorkel
MacGyver beats from the hood, doesn't matter let's go
Crazy man creeping up like a phantom
Rainbow trails when I pull
but I highly doubt it
(Muthafucka I said with cheese Nigga)
It's easy to picture a boy in the hood, and not getting out of it
Unless it come with
Samuel might've been on the something
They can show you anything when all you seeing is nothing
If I'm a product of my hood, I gotta be learning something
What re u talking, dude? I was stealing book
first i read them and i sold them to buy food.
Hurto al rico, ayudo al pobre como Robin Hood,
ando en
us taking summers off
Snow in the hood, yeah we run it, dawg
Niggas woulda thought the fleet all Dalmatian
Cause I come through with a hunnid, dawg
I
Tampa
Pockets On Fat
Like The Back Of Camel
She suck me so sloppy
I ask where her manners
She from the hood
But she got her standards
Hoe hoe
wenn du Kopf fickst
Huh, ich penn’ seit Wochen im Hotel
Ich bin back, Motherfucker, so wie Samuel L
Lak, ich kenn’ ihr Gebell, diese Hunde ohne Leine
the gold at the toe
I don't like to brag but my horsepower
What makes Samuel say "Who dat nigga on that nag"
Never sell out, remain true to my era
Masta
crash
"Banda coop"
I got them racks
Gave my man a few
We use them yop sticks
Manual
I ran that pack back
"Samuel"
Aye I told my bitch
Quit playing
este’ eh’ otro rango
Okay
Ahora los chequé están llegando
Sigo con los mismos
Yo nunca cambio de bando
Yo soy un trap star hood
Tres gramos en mi
Cuss a bitch out quick, Samuel Jackson…
Face clean ain’t no acne…
Pull in da hood dice game get it cracking.
Know ‘dese haters wanna wack me,
Prolly
the Charger
Still smoking L's laughin
I'm coaching the carter
Call me Samuel Jackson nigga's been fags
Funny like Sinbad me, I'm from the hood
My life saving's
cousin's name was (Samuel), I wasn't allowed to use the turntables
My dad was a preacher, so rap music was pure devilism
And if it wasn't sayin', "Thank
never compare me to your wack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
The Embassy's calling,
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