Lyrics:
more than just a hook or a Neptunes beat
Pharrell, no disrespect, but my eyes looked in the spec's
I ain't a judge, no hidden agenda, yo, it should be 'I
style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin', I specialized in gankin'
Whites, Mexicans, brothers and others
Daily, it's all
Let's go
They know how we get
I get high touch the moon go ghost in the back of the model X
I feel like I am an alien came down to Earth and broke
the bo-legged wit the curves just like a model
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in
a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll
hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
of indie niggas with me repping Philly
Oh Lord, it's the Hood Pope
Shouldn't walk cause I could float
Model bitch, get a good throat
Said she in love
to tell me I don't be in the hood, I don't get it
Even if I did I wouldn't be with it
I'm used to being on islands with like twenty-three bitches
I'm
believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
Boy
Back in the day I had a lot of pay
But then I got saved
Took a pay cut by the way I'm
Parents should go out and play with their kids
Cause we ain't no damn role models
Right there in between Florida and Mississippi
Mobile Alabama
Couple dreams and dollar
Where I'm from single mothers no father
Og's was the only role model
In my hood all black it's no scholars
Where every chic
kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like
trick a little
I know you love the way I work the middle
You look good in them high heels, girl
You're so hood; we in our lil' world
Shoppin' sprees
my seat low
Made it out the hood
I been shaded in my barrel
Remember last year
I partied like I'm will Ferrell
Know some rappas dickriding
that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper
own liquor I ain't gotta drink no henessy
A Role Model to solid niggas in pennitentary
When I say fuck the enemy the whole hood feelin' me
Cause niggas
diverse, this type of paper just don't fold
Or get throwed in the booty club flexing
With hootie hoo them hoes and have them glued to the section
of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
l'air
Sippin' on this Cris life's a bitch ain't it
Lève le doigt en l'air
Lè-lève le doigt en l'air
All these top models just let them hold
to live it (uh)
Couple bottles and got us a pot to piss in (yeah)
Couple models in all the clubs to get in (ooh)
Collins Ave is partyin' 'til it's
that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper
on Model wit ya click
(Model wit ya click Model Model wit ya click)
A yo ok ok
I go ham in the yams that's just what I do (I do)
I don't play wit the kitty
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