My Hood

Hey world, oh, I'm back
I'm back and I'm better than ever
What up, Fresh? What it do?
This one here feels good, homie
It reminds me of the old days
You heard me

It feels good, I still gettin' love in my hood
Haters still wishin' they could
But they can't 'cause I'm still
Gettin' it, gettin' it, get, gettin' it, gettin' it, man

It feels good, I still gettin' love in my hood
Haters still wishin' they could
But they can't 'cause I'm still
Gettin' it, gettin' it, get, gettin' it, gettin' it, man

B.G. still the same ol', same ol'
Nothin' change, play the game how the game go
Pants sag, white tee and a Kangol
I ain't gotta hustle but I still hang low

A few hate that's why I ride with that thing full
It's going down if they run up on that Range Rov
It's going down if they test a nigga manhood
Every ghetto in New Orleans, I done ran through it

I done seen a lot and I done done a lot
When I was young, I had dreams I run the block
When I was young, yeah, my momma used to fuss a lot
But now she cry 'cause her son is standin' on the top