Lyrics:
full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker
Take a ball player picture Nas in my regular clothes
And you could have her back, I don't swear ho's
I put that on my hood like the crown
at the mall hoods ain't hoods they cardboard's and zones car choppers
And when its on its on see the kids cant live without it it ain't nothing you can do
to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some hood b****es
The hood b****es turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's well
I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggas in the hood never hit the lottery
Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin' off
Hips and thighs,oh my!, stay focused
(Jones!) He, she blowticious,
Lamborghini, it's audicious
From Harlem to Hollywood I'm still hood,
500 Horses
in the hood never hit the lottery
Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
Then we
to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's well
But now I have a whole hood and that's power
But I ain't no primy ass nigga
I was never out to kill anybody
Specially when I made that decision
Anywhere I go I keep it hood I Never change
If it ain't got it in my lap I got it stashed in the range
*pow* *pow* I'm gettin bread on the rover private
comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah
We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us
Letting' that slide's not up for debate
Oh, you met, you
nobody speak on the 8-7
And set up shop with yo rocks
'Cause still all Doggs go to heaven
From my hood to your hood
Game recognize it's all to the good
hoes and snitchin niggaz
Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies
?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
Ain't
to swoop back to my hood again
I made it back to the hood
Got my hand on my hand on my heat
and now I'm in the driver seat
Beep beep took the horn
the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood
Put a snake and a cat to the wood
MAN!! if you, only knew
WHAT IT IS!! that I'm, goin through
WHEN IT IS!! that
Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end
Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded
Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent
Yeah I got love for the world, east, west, north
I gotta do this one for the hood, ya heard me?
So when ya'll ask me where I'm from
This is where
that shit hot
Nigga either creep with a block
or either sleep in the rocks
Some niggaz say watch your back
cause these niggaz in the hood
"Who the hell am I?"
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all
And I come through ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any fool that
rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with my wood grain
Everybody still playing that hood game quiet (quiet
the kush and lightin' the sour
Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be)
So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power
foldin' like a pamphlet
Or flakin' like its dandruff
Control like damage
Catch me on da yacht
Sleepin' good on a hammock
But hood like a sugar sandwich
me of a Murcielago
And she know she good, when she up in the hood
Because she got that good, that's what they say in the hood
Yeah so you can ask
Tryna' turn our voices up,
And the government tones us down.
Now that gas is goin' up,
And the hood is goin' down.
So the hood is comin' fo' ya'
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