Lyrics:
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
the concrete
Spit heat like the summer
Let it clap like thunder
I'm always in and out of the hood
Politicin what's good
Let my pen write on paper
Party in
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
L.A.X. around six
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks
It's Friday night
Two players in a black 5-0-0
Slidin' down
bitch?
Come here- 'brrrah-kah-kah
Rrrah-ka-' -the driver
Posted bail, got a drain in tha' account
I ain't 'posed to be in jail
I'm maintainin' in tha
community feels good
I grew up in the roughest neighborhood
Fame and status, was on my mind
Had to let the hood know it's not my time
Having on a hood
right ass sits better
Im mean in a thong behind its wooden leather
You can catch me at South Beach in a drop top Careta
Im in the middle
Fashioned Way"
What you gon' do
When we pull up in a hood near you?
You know
I used to come through with the tools and Glocks
The party don't rock like
neighborhood was knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn)
Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang
about tha get-toe you know it when you back
school cutty, grippin' wood (grippin wood)
On elvis presley boulevard to tha hood ( boom boom boom)
With two twelve's in the trunk on worship mode (on
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
to my truck
Hit the 'Shaw 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts
come true
Then my eyes turn red
Sky turns grey
Children slangin' white in the hood
We call it yeah drink old gold
Down my yellow brick road
gotta be in rubberbands
Yea I'm in this bitch nigga you better get yo mans
Cuz I got that tool on me a Nigga shoot yo friends
Yea a Nigga fly by in a new
coming extended
I put in dat work I'm addicted
Addicted to cash bring that shit in by tha bag
I put in dat work (apply da pressure)
I put in dat work
at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I
with a platinum bangal,
my niggas'll slow your roll,
pussy power, we in control.
[CHROUS]
yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother
zu mein Jung$ an $pielplatz,
Kein gucci kein moncler,
Vielleicht balency und fa$hion von hood by air,
$ie machen lame $hit ich weiß immernoch nicht wie
on a free ride free ride
Madness in tha hood keeps trying to kill the vibes
even gam's preacher packs a 45
run get the chalice and posse up the tribe
Yeah
Tell em
Yeah
Weezy bad
Na really I'm good
Sound like a T-Rex live under my hood betta know da tec
live under my seat
Put you in tha ground
Now
invest in him
Guess they test if his bands on lock
And thas just part of life
Thas the typa shit they be on
And people turn they backs
Like nigga rocking
or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by
homies in the hood (gotsta hold on)
What will you do (i been trapped or so long)
Which life will you choose (gotsta hold on)
(I been
Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is
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