Lyrics:
speak 'hood and suburban
So the people in the 'jects
Still respect my sermons
Merge it, LeapFrog it, Kermit
You want a pass, you'll need a permit
we do it big then you boys is right
Spending more dough than you saw in ya life
And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice
Instigatin' you
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
and thugs
Phone taps and plugs
Rats and bugs
Stacks of dubs
My grandmomma good
I block through my hood
I stopped by da store
I rolled up the good
I growed up
send you that ride along, ay (is you ready for this?)
Lil' Tez in a wheelchair, but he gon' live (but he gon' make it)
Right side of his body ain't
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
to jail some die by the gun
But nigga not meeeee I'm focused on da feens short 2 dollars here
I'll take that any means
The boys that I'm wit them niggas
Ay Jeezy, wassup my nigga?
Yeah, this ya boy Lil Buddy, what's hatnin, man, I ain't seen ya in a minute
Yeah, man I'm keepin' it hood, my nigga,
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
the trappin'
In the cell and i swear that they trapped in
Fake Hard
And i know that they actin
Nowadays bitches booties by plastic
Niggas fake and they cap with
poppin' puttin' work (Hey)
New shirt (New shirt) new kicks (New kicks)
New ants g-slide the new dance
No auto maw we live in the new times
Lil' ma must've
dying in my hood with no eulogies
Buried by their mamas, ain't new to this
If you wanna pick a fight, bring your fist, not your toys lil bitch
This
(she do)
Fuck it, I get on your ass, boy, them bullets burn, ayy (nigga)
I know you heard what you heard, nigga (ayy)
I'm in the hood, not the 'burbs,
Stay wit mi
I'm ridin' high
I'm burning on da cali kush
She's got da goods
Baby just need a lil' push
Raised in da south
My life is like a story
that
Unless the nigga died by the police
Every time I come through the hood
They done put a young brother on a tee
And y'all ain't give a fuck about him
a book by da cover now you need a ambulance you on da block bleeding,
Bitches looking at me and they say I’m too handsome to be in my hood,
Underestimate
See I grew up in a hood where they ain't show no love
I remember they said I wouldn't make it to 21
But I'll be 23 this year I guess that shits
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
(gross), my money doing the toe touch
That's stretched out, 'til I'm in the back, stretched out, drinkin' Ace
'cause I'm decked out, whole hood with me;
trynna fuck shit the door on her
Got a play in the bay I put Zoe on it
lil bitch let me fuck put this dick on her
Lil bitch so fine I might trick on her
This is how we live
You know we rob and we kill (Rob and we kill)
She do hair where she live (Hair in her house)
We sell dope where we stay (Dope where
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
(Ess Get It)
Boy I taught you better than dat nigga better stand up straight keep yo hands by yo waist real estate put you in yo place
How much food
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
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