Lyrics:
off my Champion hood, slow motion
All arm bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over laid up in the cut
I heard
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
couldn't hide form myself
An' if I push my wig back, then I die by myself
'Cause it gets
Deeper an' deeper
With every move I make I'm fallin'
Deeper an'
hood like Shante, motherfucker
I run amok on busters
They call me Kurupt, forget that
I fuck you up
I sizzle these motherfuckers in the
Inkling
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
ain't above a nigga
I eat the same shit in the hood as another nigga
White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a nigga
Get the hell up out your seats
to do these hoes in
U fucked the wrong nigga
Caught the wrong bitch
Hit the wrong club, and got yo ass kicked
I fuck wit hood hoes
Them hoes stay jacking
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
the wolves at? (What?)
You better bust that if you gon' pull that (come on)
What?
Where the f-in' hood at?
Yo, yo (it's all good)
For real (it's all
on (bitch)
Hit her from the back
In them guts like a tonsil (back)
50 for a check (ayy)
All that lil ice on yo' neck look suspect
(huh, sus) we know yo' shit
overboat when
It's a new day ya should be scared I'm back with Stoute
Southside, Queensbridge, the hood's in here
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Nas)]
There's no me
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
There's plenty that want to be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty
[D-Gotti]
Throw yo, hands in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don't care
[Big Moe]
I wanna know, if
Y'all sip, purple potion
[D-Gotti]
Where they
Cuz the way you move your body
It got me acting so naughty naughty
So rack it up like Yo Gotti
Yes you the life of the party party
The way that Mary
the calculator hood
Cause you could diss me
But mediocre's, put this clip, set clips
Back up in the heezy baby, Doggy's Angels
Y'all so crazy
To feet to the beat,
hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
Created in my back pocket
Ya
no reggie
Bitch it ain't no match
Heard they mad like
How the fuck the DJ gone rap
Look I'm all about a bag, money
Got them racks on me
Yo Gotti got
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
Why would she fuck with him she Know he got hit
In my hood I'm known as gotti
I can turn good girl to a thottie I'm On
I'm in the stu stop calling my
Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby
Boss, I done took over the game, nigga
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on
No underwear
Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back
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