Lyrics:
used to think LL stood for Love LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga,
to fireballs, um
I started spilling all my problems
To the final boss
He shed a tear and let me by him like
"What's mine is yours"
Broke him off a little weed bid
with P
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back
Verse 2
Released from
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought
Hi Tech red got me noddin'
Real Rx, I empty the bottle
How the fuck TI ain't do no jail time?
He got caught with Saddam Hussein firearms
The head
bitch, we get to the rain
We all in this bitch, we smokin the dope
We ride around town with they hoes on the low
Little Red Riding Hood, riding around with
a little Red Riding Hood
In between the trees magic is afoot
I can see that hairy wolf hiding his head under that sweat-top hood
I'm gonna freak this
coulda watched my sister die, when dude put a gun in the frame
She was like red riding hood, staring death right in the face
If he would’ve took the shot,
living room
Who says fairy tales don't come true
There've been times when she was my little red riding hood
I was her big, bad wolf slipping through
Cinderella seven dwarfs Fucking with that snow white
Snow white rumpin with Stilskein
Getting long piped
I know what red riding in the Hood for
Crazy bitch
Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Slangin' keys, spraying K's
Every day we
Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Slangin' keys, spraying K's
Every day we
Smoking weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've ever known
Is walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Slangin' keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting
gyno
Lemme give you a little bit of that TLC with that TCM
Have your heart beating out your chest
80 BPM when my record spins
I give these boys their
a pilot
Can you tell me why the good always gotta die young
Like we grew up in a hood, we was singin' Red Rum
Like we grew up in a hood, we was singin' Red
back to the hood
And I've already heard some bad new
The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool
We 'bout to get this nigga's back, grab the Mac, we
like a fucking trick
Go and get your hood little scary we can handle this
Like I told you boys juicy j is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in
and shit
Got the door open, gash in my Caesar, my sneakers got red on it
Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it
door
Or by ounce of crack
And go post up at that Citco
And even when you get a little money nigga get more um
My money long nigga
My weed strong nigga
If
up in this red cup that I'm fucked up
Staring at your body, god damn your sexy body
I'm trey I came to play on, and use you as my hobby girl
Seen so
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
[Brother Marquis]
Little Red Riding Hood was on her way
To grandmother's house
But before she got there she met this man
That turned her hot ass out
[Fresh
hood killed by the wolf
little alice beaheaded
no princess, no pride warriors
not the fairy tales you’ve read
call me, call me and shout
I’ll come
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