Lyrics:
good work
A couple pills, lean and some good herb
I got a body on it, do anybody want it?
I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch
feel my forty
Tell me how you feel now shawty (how you feel)
God damn, is you as good as you look
Standing in the hood but you look like you came off
that cardiac
You can't see me, baby boy, you got that cataracts
I'm right here, straight out the hood just like an alley cat
Since everyone's a king,
(some wine)
I made it out the hood and I'm feelin' real good about
Ridin' in the Benz tryna pull the wood up out (chyea)
This kind of love is getting
respect my money 'cause it's bloody, I still actually spin (blood on my money)
Don't just throw your hood up 'cause you from it
Nigga, what have you did?
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch, a dick eatin?
Youse a dry effin? lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Youse a dry effin? lil' heffer, lil' heffer
Ridin? through the hood
on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, paid in full, I'm a black Jew
What's poppin' lady? I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What's poppin',
my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
Make a nigga feel like
He listened to blues
In the hood
Wit that Arm & Hammer
Getting them Pampers
For baby mama
Hood flick us
We in the slammer
y'all don't hear me though (hear me though)
'Til I'm rolling down my window where my grill is show
And you know I probably pump it through the hood
it ain't nothing to a boss
The niggas in the hood tryna floss and your head got a cost, nigga
Take a loss, nigga, SS 55 all-black with the top
Uh ah uh ah este es mi mood
Esquivar las trampas para salir del hood
Uh ah uh ah solo hay trues
Repartiendo barras desde el norte al sur
Uh ah uh ah
Riding through the hood
Got me gripping the grain
And I'm sipping the same
While I'm changing the lane
Riding through the hood
Got me gripping
on the hood
I'm pretty sure she's gone for good
Love is a yard sale
Strangers wander up on your grass
To hold your future hostage
And bargain for your
Swahili
Take it easy
You're listening to the EP of EP
Don't try to fight the power fan
You're not P easy
We ain't gotta come to your hood
And talk greasy
features (come on)
And hood rat chicks that only rock sneakers
Cell phones and beepers, and know how to treat you
You break her heart, she'll walk out
to the cash and, you can see a nigga shining
Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple two, three diamonds
Up in the hood where you find 'em, unless he out
my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
Switchin lanes, pimpin, switchin lanes, pimpin, switchin lanes, pimpin, switchin lanes
We rollin through your hood like bone thug
And I doubt if we ever
"ra-ta-ta"
An average night for a couple of no goods, up in college but yet we still act like we're so hood
Never makin' it to church, man we're drinkin' til
place lean, dar mai mult îmi place iarba
Două kile, hai la mine îți dau japcă (japcă)
Două kile, numai bine fumez hood
Beef's urca pana (wood, wood)
упарываться, хули
Но тебе никогда не взять ни грамма нашей дури
Которой дохуя в башке у каждого на HOOD'е
Мы валим на бите, и так было есть и будет
Мы великий
the niggas swear like a mother fucking
I got a bitch, I got to pull money from every single bitch
In the hood trap on the cheese
I was way on the streets
and Prada girls
And all the ghetto divas in the hood
Women that be steady stackin' ends
Rollin Lexus or Benz with rims and know how to keep it lookin' good
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