Lyrics:
popped this summer (Gucci)
Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I feel bad
I be in the hood, might do a drive-by
to wear a wheelchair
I hate that muthafucka
And I don't show him no special treatment
So Blaze can kiss my ass
I put in work for my hood
So fuck a 9 to 5
the back, couple bitches in the bed
A$AP where it's at, where that weed? How that cake?
Bitches all up in my face, back back, give me space
'Cause you know
no hope for us
I ain't ever seen Ye, he ain't ever showed us nothin'
In the hood every day, servin' all the smokers
Young nigga gettin' older, heart
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
last suppa'
Play with me, check who came with me
I bought a couple 9's, plus the K's with me
I breeze through Queen's to check some bad bitches
I
wash away what I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia Rain
The cottonfields
How should I begin?
This is the story of a boy named Lonnie Lynn
As I said it, the spirits here whip me
He was raised in the belly of the city
in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up
East Trenton grew me, had me skipping school
walk wit a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50 you hot" (uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla
a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate, a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I'm hell
twenty-four inch Davin's spin
Now the D's, they harass me in the hood
A few times, niggas tried to blast me in the hood
Fuck it, it's all good
Catch me in
me, I gots to keep my Milli right Be-near me
My nine be doing fine until these niggas wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky
But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
On islands where
I roll my good up, in my Khakies
Throw my hood up, keep it OG
You know it mayne, I got the hood with me
I got the hood with me
But these bitches get
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
properly on the O.C.
We in the zone bombed out feelin' good j'ya know
Got the homegirls and homies from the hood j'ya know
2-1, 1-9, 2-0
We all in
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me
time
In the same frame of mind, "things up in the nine"
left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, that's how you do that
And he had
and downhearted I took to cloud nine,
I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Listen one more time I'm doin' fine, up here on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me
and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me locc?
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in
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