Lyrics:
come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood
We call it yeah drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
You know I'm out here thuggin' but what's up wit me and you shorty?
You need me I'm on the three way
I'm in the hood thuggin' wit my homie ?????
YO' HOOD UP!
I'm the only pro baller, without a contract
But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq
And it ain't trickin if you got it real players
a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
[Hook - 2x]
[Desperado]
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store,
keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
gangsta shit banging up and down your hood
Cause only real gangstas get down and to the bottom
Where y'all going, that much, we'll see right through
keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg the Lord save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in
can't stand to see a nigga doin' good
But fuck Hollywood I'm a still bang the 'hood
Gettin' my stalk on walk on loc I'm all about the paper
Hoppin'
30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck
(Chorus)
Anything goes
Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes
Hood
they're all rome'
The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused
killa killa killa I'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat
I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley
drinkin' the fifths, then drinkin' them all
But what you don't know, this nigga fraud
He can't even afford to smoke
Back in the hood all the hustlers
hood hood,
And I wish you would would,
Be my slave for the night,
We can turn the bed room
Into my cave for the night
I'll be your favorite
If you love somebody
Put a light in the air
From the hood to the stakes
It's so incredible
Fry your finger in the air
Flo Rida up in here
Wyclef up
ki'
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV
[Master P]
The first lesson in the cookin of dope
You need water,
want that good shit
She know I'm the one to call when she wants the hood shit
Baby looking all good about to meet her all hood
Jump her in the call
[Chorus: x2 Nate Dogg]
It's gonna get in ya, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to, do this shit right
Get my hustle
and purple til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns gray
Children slanging white in the hood
We call it yay drink old gold
Down my
sittin' on 32's
But for the hood, we got the eastcoast locked
Magnolia and Iraq, now that's my spots
Come anywhere near there and still be shot
Prat
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
his pockets
And then blow up his brain
No matter the weather
Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
I'ma slang that metal
So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
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