Lyrics:
Let me see how I sound
In my, uh
Girl, let me put you in
Some Gucci Louis
Fade to my crib like i'm
Boosie
Girl, say your words,
Don't talk
model
Pablo shit
Rick Ross shit
But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parking lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with a 4-54 in the hood that bitch got 1-25 in the dash
off wilding looking for a
Dime piece I can not off.
[Mario]
Up in the spot siping on a lil' something feeling like this joint is about to pop off
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they
my pack from me!''
The Robin Hood he drew his sword
And the pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow
And he cried
the block and made nba money in one week
See I hustla in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
Needed
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
up in my head. Some say I OD'd
Off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
Died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
Hate, but I don't drive by
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
for jakes or law
Hood hero servin' cold, how he make it with eighty boulders?
My lil' brother, think he pop? Smooth dude and he keep his Glock
In
lil bitch out to 'Hana's, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man
Huh, huh, huh
Money, drugs, and sex
All in my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood, yo, yo
What up little nigga, what you smokin on?
Only
doin bad, buy your own fuckin drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank
I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew
So if you're,
Savage Holidays
Boosie Badazz
Said I'ma just keep gettin' money (Keep gettin' money)
Keep raisin' my boys, keep raisin' my girl, what you gon' do,
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
That lil bitch get freaky on them percocets
She like when I put molly in the moet
She my lil sex kitten, she my lil pet
I was wild when I was young
ringin' my phone
When I pull up she can't leave me alone
Lil' homie I grind (I grind), no sleep
I'm good in the hood everybody know me (know me)
I got my
the back seat (yeah)
What we finna do's question's you ain't even gotta ask me (what we doin'?)
Dessy in my lap and skullcap and a black tee (hey)
Lookin'
don't want to say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
mind ain't got no time t make no friends
Plan trips n advance
I'm tryna fuck while we in France
He checking out my stance
I arch my back to make him
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
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