Lyrics:
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
gettin' down
Everyone's aight
And they dig the sound
So my chicharon in saturated fat
We ain't tryna hold nobody back, back
So tell your mama come
gettin' down
Everyone's aight
And they dig the sound
So my chicharon in saturated fat
We ain't tryna hold nobody back, back
So tell your mama come
to live plush and can't wait no longer
sick of seein moms workin comin home back hurtin
Cryin on my shoulder 'cause the job's workin her over
On time
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain't did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we
a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
Grew up in the hood, so we ain't never seen no Santa
wanna get it back
Losing time inside the trap yo mans crying for a pack
I just know he wack lord damn he wack
He a lame he wack
Can't get a ball in
in the back
I be pulling on yo hair while I hit it from the back
I ain't worried bout ya nigga cause my niggas in the back and they got it on em
em, I flip em and flop em like sandals
Price on yo head, we gon get you like Randall's
Bullets gon fly
We got sparks in the sky
Like July, we got
for that
Once you cross that line it ain't no coming back them boys in the hood playing tit for tat
They got my niggas on lockdown looking at a clock
neighbors throw up yo motherfuckin' hood! (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!)
[Hook]
Would you be my, could you be my
Won't you be my (GHETTO NEIGHBOR!)
Would you be my,
Where you're living, how you're living
Did you create the condition
That you were raising your kid in?
If you didn't who did it?
Is it really for the hood
Rollie in the pocket
Got a nigga pocket watching
These niggas gas
No smoke
These niggas trash
No flow
Baby I'm on yo ass
Back strokes
Hotel popping
Bad lil
niggas that you roll a dub with, hit the club with
Will be the same niggas that'll set you up
Yo, they killed Nipsey Hussle in his own hood
That's why I
Boise Blue, filled up with Grass (go!)
Mama back at home
Can't go like bro
We on yo ass though
Fucked up on your last hoe
Sent that bitch in a cab home
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
I go by this way of life
Everyday num um saying
Standin on my 10 man
Hustlin everyday tryna
Get to where I wanna
Be in life I wanna move
My folks put
' chick she love me, love me
She might be with you now
But she still thinkin' of me
y'all out there makin' love
I couldn't make 'em love me
In the back
need a G-mix
It's something like a remix
Instead it's for the G's in the street and the bad bitches
What's a bad bitch she a hood classic
Thick
overlookin', Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn
Staten, Manhattan, wherever there's a hood in
I dig my foot in, men of honor like I'm Cuba Gooding
You was bookin' when they
the gang we come deep like we swat
12 in the hood man the block is so hot
I switch my ways once my brother got shot
Pick up my pin and started to jot
All I
hood
Got my ? crew, just to keep me in the mood
Tell my baby boy
If you go, then go to school
I never wanna go back in there
Never wanna go back
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