Lyrics:
Ren-incarnate
Dropping West coast shit in every motherfucking state
Motherfucking legend, y'all niggas be knowing
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on going
I'm 'posed to live in the hood my whole damn life
And get married on the Ave. with my damn wife
(N.O.R.E. & Ja Rule)
I'm gon' live my life, and she
the driveway (yeah)
Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (gone)
Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (haha)
The dope's up in Maryland, the coke
drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris
V12 is roaring,
Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then,
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back,
Give me a corner,
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even more
Saw
To all my peoples locked down comin back to life
In the world once again though ya fear was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even more
Don't get caught in the wrong hood rat murder capital yep you in the wrong hood
Most of y'all get left in the wrong hood trap murder capital this
better, makin' chedder
You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You better get back, everybody want to do it like me
I got it made,
been to da hood, don’t come to da hood
Cuz u ain’t wanted in da hood n we don’t need u in our hood
So stay yo bitch ass up out my hood muthafucka
We
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Chicago, players in the D
Hood to hood
If we all made niggas, then why is we beefin'?
When them Jewish brothers be chillin' Sabbath Friday evening
Even
the dawg, y’all know how we do it)
Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen man this ya boy let’s check in real quick (what’s hatnen Zoe Gotti)
You get it by any means hanh
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
then nigga act like it
You claim you ballin huh, yo money don't stack right
I like yo car though (I like yo car), I wanna ride in it
I be on my hood rat
drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles
drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles of Cris
rockin'
Dreads with a fade
Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
Dodgin' and runnin'
The glare in his eyes told
You somethin' was commin'
They went
Ayy
Sosa, baby
How them niggas feel when you left them in the hood? (How they feel?)
I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you
a hundred rip
Trunk whole hood with me, Miami trip
Miami bitch, she kinda thick she a model
But I treat her like a hood bitch
It's Yo Gotti!
This is
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight
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