Lyrics:
[Raekwon]
Damn, your lovin got me tranked out, the handkerchief out
We walk the bank route
Shorty be careful with your link out
Miss Fendi girl,
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
kid in the hood with a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya sister
[Chorus 2X: Stumic]
Eh yo we Wyld in Da Club, style in
(None of it)
I don't give a shit (Nope)
I am from the hood (The hood)
I keep a clip (Bang bang)
I am from the hood (From the hood)
So I don't give
[mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the university, uh
Raekwon, noreaga, no-body
Movin' on
[r] yeah
[m] who da hell is sabrina?
[r] I don't know
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
"how can I forget you"
"how can I forget you"
"how can I forget you"
"how can I forget you"
Rick the ruler, Raekwon, hehe the Chef, check one
Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan
Winter Warz
It's on..
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Ryzarector..
[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, comin
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
[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini Donna J Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
[Method] The Iron Lung
ain't, but most is hood rats
That looking for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street
Ghetto technique for drive bys
For the low them 5 dollas will get
[mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the university, uh
Raekwon, noreaga, no-body
Movin' on
[r] yeah
[m] who da hell is sabrina?
[r] I don't know
[Mya]
Remix
Uh uh, uh uh
At the university, uh
Raekwon, noreaga, no-body
Movin' on
[r] yeah
[m] who da hell is sabrina?
[r] i don't know
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin
the clan, Wu tang, call me Raekwon
Used to big bro, hit his pockets, no mask on
I had the numbers from city to city
I was a bad lil boy like Diddy
Kicked out
cooking up again with my spatula
I'm a legend in a flesh they don't acknowledge me
In the hoodie he got the green
Meet him by the swing
My daddy use
nigga, it's your
Big brother, Chef, right here, man
Raekwon, nigga, you know, we got you all day
Nigga i know you got your big brother
All day, too, you
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared
and
Maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from
[Raekwon]
Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers
Round my shit, gon' fall up out you
Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you
smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
Fifteen tracks, no skits, so fuck all why'all
[Chorus]
[Raekwon]
Shorties
by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bags of weed, ravioli pasta
Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner
Infrared
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
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