Lyrics:
the competition that I stomp from East to West
Rest assured we will deliver the goods to the 'hoods
For the youth, this is proof we should
Well, Organize got
to feel it!
Yo what the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
Y'know how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo
to feel it!
Yo what the, yo
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
Y'know how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo
Oh dis 4 my block oh ohh Uh dis 4 my block my hood
Ohh dis 4 my block Uh uh uh uh
Now dis ain’t fuh da hatuz man dis fuh da playuz man
Bitch niggaz
I got motherfucking hood ties
It fucked me up when I seen bro and all My hood cry
And we gon get it out the mud do it for 2 times
Like why the demons
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin up? Where the wolves at?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
She's got the hood sex, hood sex, hood sex
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No other girl can make me feel the way that she
Okay, okay
Boyz N Da Hood
Yo let's go
Smoke sum, smoke sum
Let's ride, ay, let's ride, a, let's ride, yo
Well, even though you look good 2night
Ay,
Fa show doe
Say hap, I want to let 'em get a feel of my hood, though
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Let's do dat
Ooh la la la
Baby I'm so high
first day out
Yo
[Chorus x2]
[Cormega]
Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word)
From rappin' in the 'hood
To promising careers
It's all good
The rap game
I'm broke old
Pushin' on a shoppin' cart
They blast on a friend of me
Another sad case of a mistaken identity
12 O' clock and my 'hood's dubbin' pay
sound lesser.
So don't get it twisted, girls -- you aint better.
Man, I take down your whole 'hood with my four wood.
You hear they way I flow,
good when I rocked your whole 'hood
My soul run deep, like a crack in the street
I keep it real, so you can feel, my true skills
100%, like Absolute, Get
Here's the sitch, I know them snitches be sayin' some things
Actin' like a bro ain't play, mama, I wanna sing
Just because I'm from the 'hood don't mean
baby need WIC
Using vibrators when you know you need dick
Bitch you sick, ho you trifling
I heard in the 'hood your pussy be cyclin'
Nobody wifin' yo ass
lockin' horns with Crips
On them drug blocks
And them dollars flow right out of the 'hood
When you tryin' to make paper out of the wood
You know that money
Then the 'hood won't back 'em
You just a brussel sprout
I'm a full grown cabbage could talk cheddar
When I should talk lettuce
Got a room full of food
on Vanessa
Had to sneak it 'cause her
Mom's kept me under pressure (word)
Now as the sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the 'hood 'cause
It's
HUH HUH
Trappin Hood! Trappin Hood! Trappin Hood!
Roubar dos playboys e lotar meu bolso.
Me passe o iPhone, camisa e o tênis e trate de voltar lá pra
the street
Hit around the corner with the elementary
With the homie from the 'hood
So it's all good, we bickin'
Got word
From travel tickets fadin'
Yea, yea
Yea yea
Willy Northpole, B.O.B
[Repeat: x2]
Yea, well I'm a
Hood dreamer
Hood dreamin' all of my life
I'm a dreamer
I can get my
'hood's dubbin' pay back
I sat & watched them shoot my nigga
Seen his face crack
Uzis spray like Raid on these cockroaches
A dropped bomb full
Some people are good
Babe in the 'hood
So pure and so free
I'd make a safe bet
You're gonna get whatever you need
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