Lyrics:
Jansky Jones und Bamsen waren die allerbesten Freunde
Sassen völlig stoned in dem aufgeknackten Opel
Fanden damals raus dieses Poppers is ne Droge
Werd ich
She put him in car then a young nigga skuurt
10 bands in a suitcase no flexin'
Young nigga in the hood, walk around sellin' necklace
Ever since a young
on a T-shirt
Wanna run like Barry, shoot like Zeke
But in the hood with a nine on me like Rodney Peete
Motor City, the Motown, the Fab Five
Police violence,
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask
of boofy woods
I'm so cyhi I feel good in the hood yeah thats kanye on my foot
Nigga I feel like a god they think I'm tripping
Boys these rondonumbanines
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
made all y'all buster niggas shady
She made everyday in the hood in the hood just gravy
Kept me thinkin' that gang a nigga named Jackers was gonna
anything can happen
(Just for talking that shit)
Now watch us go platinum
(And keep talking that shit)
By the time it sets in I be a veteran
Setting
and sunlight, they would.
We’d suffocate and everyday’d be night up in the hood
But it’s all good…
Chorus 4X:
I got that Home Grown.
I don’t care ‘bout the Dow
fuck her good, you can tell by what her friends say (yeah)
I'm out the hood, lil' mama know we ain't friendly (nah)
We livin' good, lil' mama, Rovers
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, Brazilian hair
bizness
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol
Get your bitch ass down nigga, motherfucking move nigga
Hood rich!
Break up to your
the guy’s loot lightning
Emerges in the vault
And then we see there The
Flash boomerang turns around
No honor among thieves, eh?
…and is knocked out by
silence, move in stealth
All I got is myself
Snow bunnies yeah I got 'em
Spanish mommies, yeah I got 'em
Hood rats yeah I got 'em
I'm solvin' all
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
bitch I'm hot
How can I not get all this money give all my niggas in the hood a block
Buy a drop and another watch then flex some more nigga how can I not
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for that alone she shouldn't feel no pain no more
Cause one day we'll all be together, sipping heavenly
we die, now now now now,
Picture us rolling, in something stolen, steering wheel twirlin',
Who? me and my girlfriend.
[Chorus]
[Ace Hood]
I
here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in here
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, Brazilian hair
attend to that
And you can take that vest off cuz
Imma put em in ya hat
Point blank walk up ain't never
Did a drive by
Catch a nigga slippin and let
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
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