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In my hood, niggas say they love you then tuck you
In my hood, nigga we ain't out here for nothing
In my hood, we gone stay where the stay away
Doing it for you jakes, we be out while you slave
In my hood
Niggas posting ride plenty, and the goons will get nasty
Stuff your man through a vent sink
Oozing like that ass when it's hanging out the lingerie
Tune into my station when I spit in your vicinity
Rapping never offending me, just hold me down
Just showing real with my peeps and remain town bound
Motor sudden in the water cause what's hotter than town life
Where the streets try dirty but we sitting nice
And a price for a nigga like me too expensive for your life
I know niggas that done done me shife
Come with the gang, watch your main, fuck it even your wife
Platoon trained to split veins, go dumb, get hype
Town niggas like me ripping hoes through the streets
And they tripping off the beat, treat them like Bart PD
Skeet skeet for the G's all through these streets
I'm on one, wrap the car in these my sub, on hood
Feeling the clear, get it yoking, yeah that's what's up
And tear the club up like it's triple six with us
It's cool bruh
In my hood, niggas say they love you then tuck you
In my hood, nigga we ain't out here for nothing
In my hood, we gone stay where the stay away
Doing it for you jakes, we be out while you slave
In my hood, it be double up on the block
In my hood, niggas hardly ever call the cops
In my hood, ain't nobody gone stop
Getting it on the spot till we get our crop
In my hood
I'm a beast track, raw for the deep cats
I break it down, you roll a swisher, I'm a Philly mac
From where you get it at, serve cheap prices
Off shaking dices, take a chance in the light cause
Serve, oops I mean stick and move in the blur
Soothe everything like a fresh cert when I swerve
I know they love the dirt when I Clinton the shirt
Put a clinic on when I run that, who been in the dirt
I ain't seen you in the mud from when it peel and it hurt
Shit I was down for a few on a album or two
So now I'm working on my two, the wake up call for you
She said, "Nah ah ah ah, I'm cool" cause we doing the fool
On top of the roof GD stew, I go dumb, roof
It's the mob
Yeah I used to slob, still ride on my job
Got myself into situations that I couldn't stop
Turned pennies to crops, to dollars to lots
To flips to whips, it's amazing shit
And on top of all that I still manage a chick
It's over
In my hood, niggas say they love you then tuck you
In my hood, nigga we ain't out here for nothing
In my hood, we gone stay where the stay away
Doing it for you jakes, we be out while you slave
In my hood, it be double up on the block
In my hood, niggas hardly ever call the cops
In my hood, ain't nobody gone stop
Getting it on the spot till we get our crop
In my hood
We excavating for the dough, hope my niggas just got on
Don't fold, stakes high like goals
This game leave your eyes swoll, so we keeps it tucked
Don't even speak to me bruh, cause hot breath is enough
To heat the metal to blur, here touch try bruh
Easy A in it girl, go on ahead hop in the tub
But best believe up in them Z's girl I be breezing
Leaving, you should know the game and the reason
Some chickens be teasing, I'm knowing they sleazing
Couple sips and a pillage, it's funny I'm beating
Mistreating, no just concrete beat
See the cheese be under siege if ever try running from me
In my hood, where it's good and we pump the juice
What it do ma, take these chips and ping back like deuce deuce
Run what I'm in, I'm in control like voodoo
I'm saying too much, I think I need a spitting bucket dude
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood
In my hood
Ain't nobody gone stop
Getting it on the spot till we get our crop
In my hood



Autor(en): Jonathan Rotem, Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Claude Kelly



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