Lyrics:
your Xmas alone
I had to get you home
So I grabbed a bag of all the goodies in sight and I
Packed the back of my car up real tight and I
Decked it with
a percentage in tha crime rate
Creep up with the Nina tuck, that's what I call a blind date
It's 5 in tha morning, and we ain't had no sleep
At tha trap,
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
“Built”
By
King Mydas
(Isreal Carlos Ceballos)
Hook/Chorus
Built from tha dirt, started from tha bottom, y’all
Haters always talking,
We don’t
tha blunt, steady trippin',
Sippin' on the concoction,
With tha gun cocktin'
Drum knockin', gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin'
Don't fuck around in tha grave and yo
Brains'll be hangin' damaged by
Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin', playa hatin'
It's getting contagious,
I'm sittin in tha cut, smokin on wha?
Hataz betta watch out for tha butt
I bring it to ya, wha? Bring it from ya head to ya wha?
Yea, I'm real wit
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha mornin' by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh
Henn and I'm good to go (go)
In tha hood feelin' so remarkable
When the clock hits four I'm out tha door (do')
So, get ya ass on the flo'
(Get ya ass
hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha interstate
Just because I'm cheifin dro and i'm smugglin heavy weigh
Keep tha hood bout my G's and break um off a K
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
impressed by a stripper or a model
Know some hood bitches with a million dollar body when I ride there tha block I'm like yoo who got it
Bring 100 niggas with
the top and get in motion
Wide body pocking , paint wetter then tha ocean
Swanging in the open ,boss hogging till the road ends
Down in texas by
in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on mine bitch
I be smokin' like a broke-down
they die young
In the hood in my cadillac flyer, thru the 'wood
Wit my homie Iatola in tha Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang
yet I'm still tha same nigga
Stomp a nigga
I got blood on my balmain denims
Niggas out here fighting demons
I be hanging wit em
Throw yo hood up
I
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
to throw a right
Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake light
They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from
to fake it
If you do dat den tha second you make it
Those b tha ones dats gon call you tha fakest
All in my hood niggas kno how to take it
Dish it and give
And if they ever do take us we neva give information
No we don't do that
I'm Nino in my city I treat Grand like tha New Jacks
2 Dollas might get chu jacked
darkness in my world but u bring tha sun out
All these niggas n tha studio b always drug out
Every body fukin widcha til ya pockets tapped out
Sometimes u
Commin to tha Bay, round my way I'm a vet bitch
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
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