Lyrics:
begin.
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone.
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin
night (see that)
Dominoes - dice games
G'd up and I got hood fame
Westside - platinum chains
Waistline, that's my new thang (wes-syde!)
All year - fresh
hood, and I mack good
With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood
Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?
Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should
should he Blues be so at home here?
Well, America provided the atmosphere
You don't see what I see, every day as Warren G
I take a look over my shoulder,
to macks, we'll fuck around, And have
Your hood buried in stacks, niggas, we don't bar you hoes, call the laws, once we Get started
Bitch, we fadin" them all
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
I plead
Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies
Ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure
The stress will have me
the rain, felt no pain 'cause we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck that's how I'm doin' (haha)
Just two niggas
[G''LEN]
16 months in the pen, now I'm fresh out
Scars on my knuckles from the Crabs that I socked out
Sportin' all red with the bald-head
whore or lady (yup)
And knowin' the fact, I was born to mack
That's why I got a ho in the back, blowin' my sack
Got good game, that's a hood thang
Now
the dope-game
I'm too deep in my hood slangin heroin and cocaine
Silkk The Shocker:
Way too deep to turn back now.
My homies tryin to jack now
Heavy in this place
With a ride or die attitude
I'm from the hood
So I know about snatching food
And jacking dudes
Backed up by my 44
So any nigga
bluetooth
Stop by the store cause my ice needs some new proof
I get my lean on, when ridin' thru the hood
Ridin' thru the hood grippin' Cadillac wood
I
I’m out here strapped like a back pack
The bars making him fit him like back smack come through the hood shooting
Flip the car like a flapjack
the Mack in fact
I won't stop as I blow up the spot
Nobody move, nobody get shot
Anyway niggaz who disobey I spray
I'm doin it up the _Carlito's Way_
mother suckin up my brother
Little sis holdin my mail, I'm in jail for the blow
Cryin if you ddin't know
[ Shock G & Humpty Hump ]
A: you burn that
We slang kilos, eighths to them shorties, bring G loads
A paper to the hood, we got you, cop three of those
And get your hustle right, whether you
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh
I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
hood on flip, like on box-spring
Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things
Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like a quart of water
Shit I used
hood on flip, like on box-spring
Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things
Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like a quart of water
Shit I used
bank wads and Cuban cigars,
Yo, peep the way I do it,
I'm young,fly and flashy,
I'm so L.A, so hood and so classy,
Lookin' for that good stuff?
hit you with a drum (bah)
You a g somewhere else but at home you's a bitch
You cant go back to the hood 'cause they know you a snitch
Pusy ass
like I'm throwin a dart
And when I spit, believe it's goin straight to your heart
I lay my mack game down nigga, straight from the start
Don't take it
Discuss these im hood by g mack 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