Lyrics:
duffle bag in hand
It's louis vuitton and
She flyer than a eagle hood like a regal
She make my deposit, my closet is fresh segal
I rain terror, yes I rain
Selling kicks, no kickstand
In the hood with the weedman!
I'm selling tree to the weedman!
Trappin' so hard I done broke my hand
Come in with the runner
You
ain't good 'cos you'll get jumped in my hood
Pito Saute Aukilagi!!! It ain't good, it ain't good 'cos you'll get jumped in my hood, ah!
[Adlibs] It's
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
Karo, them jugg games
That boy got hit, he a hood name
I'm rich but I still got hood pain
Mixing up soda, with that drank
In the A throw racks at the Blue
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
the remix and bath salts (remix)
We see what your stash about (stash)
Dope in the cabin route (hey!)
Feel like I'm passing out (whew)
But they keep
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
gets crossed ain't no letting it slide
See I was taught that the world a ghetto and it comes with rules by which we abide
Got it locked, working like
they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all
the fashion, this shit came from Tom
I came from the mud, this shit took some time
I remix the drank and serve it like he blind
Put dick in your bitch, that lil'
rock the uzi under the coogi
This shit you gon feel in your bones
They ask if I'm down wit the Roc, cause I be wit Killa and Jones
I just, put rocks
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Sind abgefuckter Dreck wie die
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
Side
Nooo
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East Side
In the city by the sea
Hood rats tricking off their daughters
black color car
Hood nigga fuck a star
Henny had a sound its mine hitting another bar
Y'all don't wanna rap no more these niggas boy band'ing
Jones
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
Kool and Dre
(This)
Black game
(Is)
Terror squad
(I, I, I, I, I)
The remix
Gotta say my name
Weezy f. baby
(This is)
Weezy f. baby
Aka
Chours~
So get it understood boy
I am from the hood boy
Came up from the dirt
Self made hustler ima beast(ima beast)
Verse~
I'm surrounded by all
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
tripping
Coronavirus, keep yo distance
That bitch write up in her diary bout me like her name Jones, Bridget
Feel like Tay K, she was drinkin' lemonade, I
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