Lyrics:
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
Back in the days on the
Back in the days on the
Back in
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
the peep show and hit some duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb' boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched
I've been feelin' kinda strange lately
I don't know what's goin' on baby
Ever since I came back from outta town
Something's tellin' me some
you tore off in his car
Here you are running these dirty old streets
Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth
Got the hood here snowed, but you
I'ma put it on yo' lips
Freak bitch, pussy weigh seven licks
I need a drug dealer dick up in my ribs
Hood bitch with some hood rat puss
Hood bitch with
Ayy
Sosa, baby
How them niggas feel when you left them in the hood? (How they feel?)
I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you
to nuttin but a big ole zero
And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero
[Chorus - Gotti]
It's like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today
the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
that's why my heroes live for drug money
[Chorus x4]
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Born in the 90’s hood ward 111
No 23 1st cross, biggest plot
Walking out with
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
Flashin' back on how my mans is gone
K.B. forever in my memory
I spill some Henny then I keep it moving
Yo, do our thing, hold it down, we got this,
you get hit up, shot up good
We'll murk you in your hood
I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your life
Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm
pop that shit
Y'all niggas, talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo' hood
Thats how I'm coming
Dressed in designer
Im feeling like Gotti
Yea im ballin
Ballin like Jordan
Maybe im harden
Im very important
Fifty thousand dollars
too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Alright, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want action, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
'Cause I know when I touch the mic
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
It's the Muppet show, most niggas need A&R
To tell 'em how
(409)
One time take a nigga back to his hood
Always know this
I'm not selling backwoods
Still notice some wood
Deep in a book
That shit ain't funny
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