Lyrics:
And I be mad too if you ain't me
Call me Mr. Dean or Mr. Bars
See me riding clean in a Rolls Royce
Niggas talking funny, that's old money
Niggas
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
Don't call me crazy but I swear as Though The hood done made Me
I seen the soul leave the eyes a Mother cry My baby
Don't call me crazy but I swear
by that nigga
Then go to tha five
Bye bye lil nigga
I'm high for ah hi
You still tryna jugg off
Ah 3 to 5
When the hood cry
That mean somebody
the hood
Hit a lick in the hood
Drive by's in the hood
Never snitch on the hood
Never lie to the hood
So you know we doin good
So you know we doin good
It's how we roll
Boats and hoes, money, cars and clothes
Panamera's, Ferrari's
And Royce's is how we roll
Young niggas is in control
Real niggas
nigga
Let me know what's up
Cause I don't want to
Have to put a bullet
In his head
Better be the only nigga
Sleeping in your bed
Cause this that hood love
the same that they did
Get white money by starting a business
Take the money and stash in a black bank
Sit back watch the white hood deteriorate
Cash out
dropping this album now
Ready lay by bucal
I´ll be the witch of the woods
I´m not the bitch of the hood’s
Driving that old Santa Cruz
Say “ I´m
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
a lil' money, got a lot more colder (colder)
My top don't roll up, it fold up (fold up)
My money don't fold up, it build up
You niggas ain't fly, get
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me,
a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him wanna hit the bare guts
It ain't
on
Other great rivers add power to you
Yakima, Snake, and the Klickitat, too
Sandy Willamette and Hood River too
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
Tom
green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
You ready to roll?
Tell me when you're ready to go
Tell me when
deck it,
When I heard this beat knockin' foe' sho I had to wreck it,
C'mon!
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
I'on need no friends around me
I want the angels on me
Navigating all this money
Got the best in me
When I was drowning in this tears
I had to pray
young nigga, get your roll on
Every nigga 'round my hood servin' yayo
Why you think that con crib is payed for?
All I got is doe paper
Bad bitch with no
fortunate
You really ain't about shit so much cribs
A nigga friends got to house sit
So much money
Can't weigh it by the ounce shit
Weigh it by the pound shit
doing good my money matured (My money matured yeah)
Flesh of my flesh blood of my blood (Blood of my blood)
Respected and loved by those from the hood
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