Lyrics:
the hood strapped
Come around an' round up all the hood rats
In your town, P wish he could that
Roll up a couple words, tell 'em
Tell the hood that I get
gets you buried round here boy
two faces, screw faces, it's scary round here boy
fuck around, lay around, thats where we found him boy
you're the one
Ayy (Hokatiwi)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
That's on God that we next to blow
BIN God, this a six you will never know
Most hated where I'm from
It's
to my main bitch
They like Heaven Boy, how you do it
Every single day, I got a new outfit
Jump right in that crowd, then I start a moshpit
Let me tell you
but I ain't that dude
Now you gotta go I don't mean to be rude
Soon imma be on my own private cruise
I'll pop out a rockstar and leave 'em confused
They
Well when I see you
Bitch you know we finna get it up
I want yo head
By any means
Tell lil bro wet em up
I want that nigga dead
No Tupac bitch we hit
erections over revenge, kid
You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away
Y'all can't see this
That this might
of ass that maufuckin' sell out arenas
She just walked by
And I know that you seen her like
She may be wrong
But she always right
A little street to em
on my phone (i get it)
You said that you a groupie
What's your blood nigga where you from?
Why you be runnin' from diamond tester
Your chain ain't got
ya have
But I don't want a one night thrill
I want a love that's for real
And I can tell by your line, your's is not the lasting kind
You took me
missing
10 bricks any block I ain't never need permission
Where I'm from the boys got it then you go and get it
Choppa on me beamer out in traffic slidin
could clean things up
You ain't gotta be on that drama
You could come and get mushed
I'm up there like what where
Up there
I'm so high I'm just air
I got
and the loud bro
Real funny but am walking with that sad boy
Put you on the ground bro
Money for your friends
Money for the bag
For the girls and they
get this
Bread and I did shit I wanna do it big
And I just can't wait
So you gotta live with the
Decisions that you make i'm gettin' cake
Let 'em hate
to tell em keep pace
See the major keys that I say on these beats
Don't let nobody disguise it or ever come in between
I’m a national treasure, and since I
talking concessions
You know I had to get my mic back
Dancin' on em like Mike Jack
Hold on I'll be right back
They really know that I'm like that
Tryna
,12th ward cheerleader name Mystikal
Yella Boy talking:
Or as we here out dat 3rd ward call'em Mysti-"HOE" boy!
$limm tell talk 2 em bout dis' Big Boy
on the burst with the ball boy you bound to get bumped off
Move bay get out the way, I break straight out the gate
Make em all move bay get out the way marathon
is the same right? (H'riiight)
And don't nothin' change, right? (H'riiight)
And you at that stage, right? (Where?)
Where you so used to it, you been
spoke it into existence
Now I’m claiming mine
Just a ribbon in the sky
Black boy joy
Use my talent to get by
I’on need a coy
If this the fruits of my
predator
You will know my name!
Tell 'em that we got eyes on 'em
We investigating
Tell 'em that killing gets me high
Higher than our ratings
Tell 'em that I
we buy them bitches like them military
You know they trained to go, tell 'em "go" and they going
That Dom look good, man, especially when it's
you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you
That boy a monster
Trust me, save you some problems
Working like I was sponsored
Hating, might make 'em nauseous
No more begging my pardon
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