Lyrics:
homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick, overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like
ramparts
And the shapes of hooded men move past me
And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs
At the strange lot that fate has cast me
of the earth like a memory, What's dude name?
And naw I ain't a killa, But I'll stank a motherfucker while I'm hooded if he pull it.
Make a nigga bite tha
fuckin' jobs
I can What's the problem, slick
Before I sleep in the park, I'ma rob a bitch
I got the guns and some
Bullets that are hooded, g
I wish a mother
Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night
They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each
Who's crazy?
The law can't save us in our own hood
Walk around hooded down in your own hood
And they run up on you with the pistols out
Should've
A bar brawler, the best-est
I'm hooded proof, and I'm tested
Intoxicated profession
The top dog in my section
My balls is hangin', I'm flexin'
I'm
Hooded up for young Trayvon Martin
Yeah man that's just my swag (swag)
I'm blowin' dro, no hag
(hag) , racks and racks in my bag (bag)
The biggest dog in
Chemist, I'm cookin' up (cook)
My dog, he hooded up
For a ten piece they'll shoot your head off
Skully and suit like Sam Ross
Nah, homie, never, we ain't
on a lane (bling)
Think you an animal turn you to a mank (woo)
Throwing dust, throwing bullets (bullet), stunting on the po pull up
Top-off, car-hooded
wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so
at death and your soul when it got cold?
Did you think that you ever would take a good look at The God through a black whole?
See me hooded semi
hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
hooded parkas
You motherfuckers suck dick and you're phony
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your face
Y'all do y'all shit in
See Nuski, they took 'em from me, free Glocks for everybody
Just use 'em for whoever want it, 200 to California
Hooded y'all on that corner, I die for
on it)
Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we just hooded up doin' our family thing
Straight hang and swang in the city of Kang
Increasin' my change
the slums just bums and crumbs
[Chorus]
Police say G.I.B. is a game
But we hooded up doin' our family thing
Straight up hang and swing in the city
out]
And naw I ain't a killa,But I?ll stank a motha fucka while I'm hooded if he pull it./Make a nigga bite tha bullet,hit em
With tha chrome cus I got
hurt
Is if I catch you calling
It a hooded sweatshirt
My hoodie on glow my hoodie on glow
My hoodie on glow my hoodie on glow
My hoodie, my my my hoodie
label it the hooded
Remarkable clips of an uncut episode
They was given the safe but never was left the code
Close up of those who have paved
all day
Day of the wedding feast
Dark hooded eyes
Eyes of a stallion
We roll the dice
One in a million
hair
And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face
And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair
Shined at me from the depths of her hair
the shapes of hooded men who pass me
And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs
At the strange lot that fate has cast me
The cats
high or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss
Here's one every time my telephone buzzes, I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds
She said,
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