Lyrics:
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
rolling right, cause I had four faces
Fighting four cases in ?North face? of Dolomite
So if he's here I ace the toners out my holding tight
Shorty looking
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
ain't how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus
Franklins
Had a teal blue Skooter thru da hood I was skating
Til dem boys in blues lock me up wit da hatin
Blue balls ova where her head game is amazing
Get Money Round Here, Hey
In The Motha Fuckin Projects
Somebody In Trouble
Bitch Empty Out Your Pockets
Shot The Undercover For Coming
Through My
Stony Island
Come around in my hood and them niggas wildin'
Fuck around wit' their bread and it's gettin' violent
I'm a beast from ova' East homey ask
another day in the hood
This is just another day in the Hood
I just got up off the spade table
It’s all cool
By this time I got my shirt off
I’m acting
your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked, nigga
Hungry, bullets
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
superstar status
Wish Mike was here to tell you I'm the baddest
Stalked by T.M.Z., wanted by Oprah
Followed everywhere from the Garden to the Copa
Take
See in my hood, we got monkey bars and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man, shorty
In my hood
(Yeah)
You know we're proud Osu boys
We ain't joking here
Flexing and chilling and genging (Zamzaing)
Ma hood bois no dey fear nothing
Everything day
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
here on my waist
Please do not get in my way
Or you'll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope? Oh yeah
Bitch I'm gon' ball, catch me
Yeah, Mister Hood
Ace
Ahem
Okay, everybody do it but it ain't like me
Check my swagger, they bite my steez
Flyest nigga seen, I'm doped in codeine
roughneck group
They try to tell you that it ain't that hard
You can make mad money selling dope by the school yard
But either way I take the bad with
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Ok (yea)... pizzle (yea) I'm just gettin ya'll ready
for the new album mang, here we go here we go here we go,
(yea) how many ladies wanna spend
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
at (throw it)
But we ova seas gotta throw it in my cash app (hey)
Killa man hood man where da cash at (where the money at)
All my shorties real bad you can
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
When the money goes will the honeys stay
When the gray skies replace the sunny days
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
When the money goes will
on em
Bitches we shining on em
Bitches we shining on em
Money on the kitchen table
Boss at the chairs
Talking dollar signs and getting
Money over here we
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