Lyrics:
I have strayed too far from good
I am merely but a serpent hiding underneath my hood
I compare myself to Thomas when he asked if he could see your
is, self-conscious and alone
Thomas Hood
Lucifer
Leonidas 300 kick from the God
The stone that the builders refuse
The concrete rose of the hood
Son of the Thomas engine I knew I could
Independence
Gotta watch my back see if 12 round yea a watch my back see if 12 round
Just served will smith ben thomas in the hood wit 7 pounds
Double cup out the mud
The rest of y'all make make dey for back
Repeat twice
Omorh jimoh
Plenty wifey I be king Solomon
Ehhhyyya
I'm an autonomous
We nor trust we bad pass Thomas
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy
boy, we in the hood, boy
We got numbers, and it's good, boy
Got them birds to Georgia
Comin through the water
It's sixteen-five if you wanna place
Ratchet Thomas and his friends uh
Puffing out smoke like an engine
You cannot step into the session
Step back
Thomas teaches the lessons
Yuh
Hit that
my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all
Around the nation and all around the World, know what I'm sayin'?
Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my
my peoples in the hood, in ghettos all
Around the nation and all around the World, know what I'm sayin'?
Spend a dollar on some wine, hang my
you from the hood, you can't go back there
The same crooks you see coming up you'll see going down
Take that look off your face you know what's going
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real
Teeny tiny Thomas
It's givin' goddess
Catch her on the block with
Her queens doin' that squad shit
She extra, need commas
Like 5'3 but she tallish
back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)
In the hood, wake up to the hammer
feelin' good
I know I said I'd buy it, did you think I really would?
You know I'm still hood, six o'clock Jack-in-a-Box
With your bitch
I'm fresh, I'm hood, I look good
I look like bae
I look like bae
Ayy, ayy
Goddamn, goddamn (damn)
My outfit look like God's plan
You don't
whip, don't Approach me too quick, we pop a Clip and leave you slump
Always reppin where I'm from, in The hood, in the slum, all this heat Like a Phoenix
out, alright
Don't worry about it
I still love you though
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
I'll never be the same again (I'll never be the same again)
I'll
that nigga!
Look, real nigga, no faking
Island boy but I ain’t Jamaican in my hood
They flip work and then chop
Bricks like they half Asian
Gone
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
without the spats
Man whats jason, if without the mask
Walk to the trap, the hood stood on wings
No voucher in my hood, they know ima king
My championship
High
Everybody feel high everybody feel high
Like St thomas, to di Titch field
Like Calabar High, to di Merl Grove
And Water Ford to Comboland
Bun
with prayer, sow the seed, interceding
On the pitch I am my brothers keeper nothing like David Seaman
Souls get saved when we step in another hood, I
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