Lyrics:
Hollywood
Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked Nap town was the hood
But them rappers
fucking around
Me and my niggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
And when they start hating we gunning them niggas
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
and little Muhammad that 1 4
Get me doe 40 nights was so great then work
Shout out Mayfair this city cold y'all stay fair
Word up chain go for a hundred
Tori
(Chain gang chain gang)
I was just a kid a roamin' around travelin' through a little ol' town
When a chief walked up and said come with me you're
talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
Little kid from the south;
Growing up it was mean, but now I've been chasing my dreams 'til I'm living 'em out;
Get up my green, big up my team, my
Yeah
I'm tryna catch me something
A little jux or something
Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
That chain is nice,
with chains of clay that are so hard to break
But when I left good earth behind I made a big mistake
I've traveled far and traveled wide
I've seen
the bushes that grew berries for me and the crows, trampled down by big machines carrying heavy loads
When I look at all the houses and the duplex model
big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
Couple
Eats
Only need a chain and white tee if you ask me
Wasn't fed from a spoon
I was taught to only live by these three rules
Never snitch never speak
as happy as you and me
And the whole town's tryin' to buy our house at 4-0-33
The four thousandth block...
Oh all around the house you can see little
talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
can play it through your speaker,
Show you happiness if you follow I will lead ya,
I don’t trust nah nah,
Why does all this money come with big drama
on it
And I'm
And I'm
And I'm on it
This little bitch thought I was done here
Get to the bag get that hardware
Chains whips yeah I got that all here
Tie
forty-eight
They knew almost every single customer by name
Everyone bought everything from Joe and Betty Jane
Time marches on and that little store is gone
But
applaud
I hope one day I can take my songs and we travel abroad
Sharing them is worth more than money, fame or awards
Small town girl with big dreams
In
talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas
the fans in the lounge
Depressed sitting round in these little towns
Round in these little towns
Round in these little towns
Now I'm gone
Round and Round
-o, town-o, town-o,
many a mile to go that night
before he reached the town-o.
He ran till he came to a great big bin
where the ducks and the geese were put
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need
Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another
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