Lyrics:
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't
of cash
So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
It take a blunt, just
on the grind while y'all gone
You know what it is with the same hood mind frame?
Use it if I pull it man I'm chewing it when I'm am snipping it
They say I
it ready - soft and rocked
Let all my neighbor hood fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than
Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch
it ready - soft and rocked
Let all my neighbor hood fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than
People always wanna know
The reason for what they consider senseless violence in the hood
I'ma break it down for you
This is why we ride
What more you want from me? I beat the odds, so I'm good
Yeah, I'm in the owner box, but still got ties with the hood (yeah)
Why would I listen
me where the 'hood at
Talking 'bout my life up on this
Mic that's what I'm good at
Still keep my heat even though
I know them boys watching
And it
the city I'm from
And everybody in my hood of course they pack guns
If a sucker talk shit I fill his ass with lead
With a chopper in my hand, watch
nigga drop
2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops
cause ain't no love in this dope game
young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine
While sides cheat on their husbands
Those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them
it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they sacred of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a bond
I said, free
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
In case you don't remember I left a picture of us on the hood of your truck from that spring break
We were young and a little bit crazy enough
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
you like I should
Don't make me give you back to the hood
Don't make me give you back
I say bounce that shit like, whoa
Yeah, bounce that shit
know no one
That could tell me what to do
Heard you never claimed the hood
Heard the hood claimed you
That can't sit well
Oh well, ship sailed
my life it's the moment I been waiting on
The hood never caused but they all was hard
His kind never represented love at all
Purple hearts in
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
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
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
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'
In
Yeah, I always Big Bank, I'm so trill and you ain't
Cut it down, bitch I can't (I can't help it)
Hey, see how I do it, I'm so hood
Cut it off, go
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