Lyrics:
off parole it's murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood
'Cause when you ghetto your ghetto
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'
in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause
cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
[Verse 2]
Hey yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You
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
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
nigga, gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time, gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood, gangsta talk!
To my nigga Eastwood, gangsta talk!
Kurupt
bust the three-six until the damn drum bust (what)
I hit the hood, (I hit the hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
Numb-nut
I run up in your
big nuts, ha!
Laugh at it all, you rap niggas out tryna sound like Hood
You can keep that flow, hope it tastes good
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
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
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
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
The Hood With You,
Show You To My Boys Cause Oooh Ooh You
[Chorus : Trey Songz]
You So Fly, I'm So Fly,
Whats More Fly Than You And I Together,
Get
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
and take it off his shoulder
Grinding with the homies, got the game out the nose
One hundred gs wrap, hood with a strap
Blowin' on the dojo, nigga
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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