Lyrics:
Yeah yeahh
We in tha hood
Yeah we in tha hood
I been so down here like a month or two
My own soul stands and stares at me
I've been driving down
friends turn enemies, plotting to take you out
-but it's all good, becuz they show me love in tha hood
-I got this shit locked,don't worry bout it. lemme
Tino
RIP my nigga C Rock
RIP Jorge
Rest in Peace Young Smack
Rest in Peace Mac Dre
Rest in Peace Tay Way
Mobb in Peace to Tha Jack
Rest in Peace Shock G
blunts of the pill,
'09 trapper young juice he the shit,
Put me in the hood and I can still work a brick,
Put me in the club and I can still work
family find the body wait
Then drop by tha wake
View the body while the body lay
Family cryin they confide in you, know where your momma stay
If they can't
[Intro: Dedric & Nipsey Hussle]
This for the West Coast bity
Aaa-oooaaah
Bow
Aaa-oooaaah
Aaa-oooaaah
(Dedric droppin shit, droppin shit in tha hood
on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat)
Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quicks' to do that)
Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery
Wasn't
trappin out the cut
Hatters turn me down
Nigga ion give a fuck
Was good
Young Haf Blak niggas
Ridin through the hood
Have baby by me
Lil mama lookin good
care
I'm justa hood nigga in Hood by Air
These vv.'s don't mistake for Claire
They see you no look they see me and stare
The shit that i be on these
sells
Gang signs that's maile
Seventy two hours incarcerated
All because my hood floss bloody body's
On the pavement
That playa hater shit
Is what
the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with
hood?[01:04.82]Six niggas did ride in a blue Fleetwood[01:07.73]Hangin' out the window with that .9 cocked back[01:10.41]All runnin' and duckin', I gotta reach
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
will
I'm surrounded by winners
That make my hatters feel
The heat during winter
I can't stare at poverty
In the eyes coz I yanked
its eyes out
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
it is bro
Look I'll kill ya, bro
I'm in your hood, if you a gangsta what you here for?
Somebody better get bro for he get sent for
You say you
take they word, you can find me on the North
Take a trip to my city, ask somebody where Tha Boss?
Used to hit the hood, trunk full of things of that
with Rondo with Sammy
In hopes to get a Grammy (That's right)
We ain't shaking Hollywood we still thinking
About the shit that's jumping
Off in the hood
you a minute late
Through all tha pain I been in that race
Don't wanna eat you ain't talking cake
Already full on my dinner plate
Juss wanna make a way
ones By george at a young age so curious
A boy in da hood real good wit styles so Furious
Smoking that Larry but allergic to when that fishburne
Rubbing
much
Microphone
I do this for all my cartel worldwide
Arise, my niggaz in Oslo
I do this for my boys in Warsaw, PH city
Stand up for tha boy
We are
you, I'm telling you tha truth
(Verse 1)
Click click clack
Bang bang
Living in a concrete jungle
Better stay humble
Many are snakes
Wanna watch a man
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