Lyrics:
all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nuttin nice
From hood to hood, love
the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't
to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks
To my thugs that call over to they mob
And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine
How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch?
You gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
Man, I
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
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,
"Brothers we better get hip"
My mama say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood
I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood
And the hood is
And the time we denied the women's rights
Huh, talkin' 'bout great, like the AIDS outbreak
Like when they brought crack cocaine to the hood
Like when they
a plan, not to work for uncle sam
A hood, a hoodlum mack
In fact, a male version of a female mack
He has money and everything
That comes with it a PYT playa
the hood in the choke and that's my bitch
I'm a mogul, that make her a boss bitch (oh, woah)
I'ma float on this shit like the coast clear
I put dope on my
the hood, that was my only plan (Joyner)
I'm an overthinker that overplans
You still throwin' haymakers, praying and hope it lands
My sins gon' kill me
Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushing through in
with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on their Ts
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't
soldiers
We was boys in the hood duckin' cops and cobras
You know the snakes and vultures tryna shake your focus
Then the violence in the hood was like
robbed
(Say what? He tried me like that?)
Anyway, money my main priority
But shootin' just part of my job (my job)
Nigga, I'm runnin' the hood
I'm
Pull up on the block, I got the P's on me
Twenty-five hunnid for these (yeah)
Know I just show love to my hood
You ain't from my hood, I up-up
couldn't smell 'cause they so nosy in the hood
NoCap forever keep his metal, he ain't goin' Hollywood
Keep my Glock .9 but I don't wanna be like Kodak
(Kimj with the heat)
It's the front of April (fool), still jumpin' out the Maybach (yeah, yeah)
I know junkies in my hood, can find a needle in
a hairline
Yeah, I pulled up in that monster, it was a redeye
Girl, I'll pull up on you on my spare time
Real hood baby, yeah, we tell the damn lies
Comin'
the hood gangsters
Yeah
Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
You was probably tryna catch a sale
with mine
So if I fuck with you, I'm fuckin' with you always, always
Stuck in the hood, I wanna leave, you tryna stay
Guess we ain't seein' shit
ain't progressin'
Takin' no heed, no opinion from niggas who ain't helpin'
Tryna make it out before my whole hood land on stretchers
It's crazy,
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