Lyrics:
why you on your own
That's including me, I'm not gon' invite you in my home
You might not do the right thang, and end up with a rifle at your dome
wild niggas, this is for my gang members
This is for the ones that don't care 'bout bein' hood niggas
This is for them bad asses, this is for them good
seats or exit door
Pussy sweet, shoe mean
We ain't gettin' money, Jew me
Whole time your pockets' tighter than a new weave
Fuck 'em, we gon' roll up
the extra clip incase you might need it"
Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
Throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on
[Chorus:
the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to hook him up
And show him how to do it
Slide right, slide left hit time
Lil' Mama tour bus might
Ride through your town
Take
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Bellisle be Bellisle
(Here in Detriot)
Now Prince Vince I remember hangin in your hood
With the 40's, hoe's, do I make
NEVER PLAY IT BY THE STREET RULES
ALL MY HATERS GOT BLUES
THROW YOUR SHIT IN THAT BASKET
NIGGAHS BE DEAD LAYING IN A CASKET
YOU NIGGAHS AINT IN MY
coca yo up
That shit that he throw up
Ain't true cuz how he livin
Talk that gang fuck, but he never did it
I guess that's how he get it
I guess that's
the fuck Up, you fucking have nothing to say
DEMN, SORRY, CONTINUE...
Walking in the hood with a black bag in my hand with little money show
Niggas think
If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't
My squad better than ya squad
We could throw some hands we can have it squashed, yuh
81G till i Rest In Peace
They can’t fuck w me I’m a prodigy, yuh
Racking haters
Yeah
Yeah
I made it
See me as I'm speeding by
Yeah
They all up on me
And Yeah
I get my paper up
Yeah
You see me rolling
And yeah
I'll see you
Yeah we set him up, he was lackin'
He thought it was all good
Catch 'em down bad
Big Draco spray up your hood
Pull out the pistol, shot him in the face
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
innovate
209 beat killer, let me demonstrate
I hate to break it to you niggas but you fucked up
You sleep, I grind, now your lucks up
Don't holla when I'm
If I had it to give I would!
Now that I got it.
I would never debate if I should!
When i know you need it.
If we sticking together we hood!
Whole
blow up your roof
I got some bape in my hood
Fucking all these hoes like I should
I can't flex I'm really like book
Look at these baguettes make you look
Side, Scottsdale throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up y'all
Slingers, 'dro, and pampus
Let's get it poppin' doctor
Mack 10,
out the hood
Stripping but that's just to get ya bills paid
Body looking like that shit was handmade
Broken heart well let me the first aide
Throw
droves from miles away and ai shine
When the skies are grey
By the way
I'm a (hustler) you know I'm a find a way
I got the (muffler) I ain't got time
Yay
It's a bang on DMP
Respect
It's Boza on the beat right
Pay respect on the legend
Let me make a banger in a second
Upon you I'm a weapon
Sent by
bacon
Done popped em once, thought he'd live, I'm mistaken
Overtime, he start leaking like Megan
I take away your hood like I do circumcisions
I go ahead
Since I hit the booth
My net up forty kilos
Walk up on you now I'm in your head
Before you shoot a free-throw
Ain't gotta say that you ain't got it
Trust
mil, we puttin' in
We finna throw shit down
In the hood, no fucking clowns
Andy ate the glizzy
And he call himself young blizzy
Hop into the coupe
Discuss these throw your hood up by 1losangeles3 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In