Lyrics:
it feels good though
I'm out rappin', while he
Chillin' in the hood, yo
All the girls want the money
I don't need shit 'Cause I can do my own
Work
IN MY HOOD, Bro
THEY CALL ME A GOAT
You harder than ever start dropping these
IN MY HOOD, Bro
THEY CALL ME A GOAT
You harder than ever start
Thug
Born in my hood like Quan
Shootin' off my gun like Quan
Now I'mma Cash Money nigga like Wayne
Cash Money nigga like baby (Like baby)
Started
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
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
walk through every gutter
Every hood and every street and every
Block we got it covered
Throwing money while we in the club
With shorties on our pole
Roll up, young nigga, roll up, young nigga
Roll up, maybe three or four
Post up, young nigga, post up, young nigga
Post up right there by the store
roughneck group
They try to tell you that it ain't that hard
You can make mad money selling dope by the school yard
But either way I take the bad with
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm hood, I'm so hood
I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
I'm hood, I'm so hood
I'm ghetto like a motherfucker
I had a five hundred bags, 14 grams
Wake up, fresh
Crease, jeans
Get to the fucking money
Roll up, smoke
Pour up, drink
Right back to the money
Pull up, stunt
Turn up, leave
Hood Story
Oooooo
This That Hood Shit Hood Shit Hood shit
This That Hood Shit We use To Be On
Smelling Like Gas This The Hood Cologne
Running from
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,
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money
toes
Them youngins chasing rank they gotta live by a code
Yeah I made it out the hood but still can get in that mode
Fuck niggas tried kill me back
“Gimme that cream, foreva! Gimme that cream!”
Okay. I know money good. Understood. Can give back to the hood
I don't wanna be mis-understood, I'm just
of my life
H.N.I.C and BMG that's for life
I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo
Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo
Ten gold rings on my
painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, or rock product
(Holla)
I'm
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me
It's all good
I trust her, dog
Aw, nigga, shut up, nigga
I hear you, don't trip
Well, the party didn't
Take her right up to my place
Bring the bottles by the case
Roll the chronic, have a taste
I ain't got no time to waste
Shorty, whats good?
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