My heart is breaking, I have no money, I'm starving..
But damn am I hood.
[i kill this shit]
I’m so h to the double-o d
Walk 'round this god damn money on me
Pockets so fat it don’t make no sense
Whips so clean don’t need no tints
Watch so bright I don’t need no light
And Know every word don’t need no mic
Niggas like young what you get for show?
Tell em same thang I used to get for the blow
Send on em on the road nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the vans I ain't
talkin' about the shoes
Do the speed limit nigga
watch out for the lights
Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
Seventeen five yeah nigga I said it
Seventeen five yeah nigga I meant it
And when we do it bad and when we do it good
I'm so mother fucking hood
Everybody come equipped with bangas
Throwing up our middle fangas
And you know I don’t slip so I
gotta keep 10 in the clip and
1 the chambers
Better be walking with angels
And never take candy from strangers
Luda's dressed in stripes had
to earn my stripes like I
played with the Bengals
I’m in the zone homes going for
the two point conversion
I’m so hood that LudacrisSam
should have been on the
original version
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off but
the waves and the fade
will make you sea sick
See this is the way that we ball
And this is the way we brawl
So put a fist in the air if you care
Then united we stand and divided we fall
When the south's in the house
better watch your mouth
Cause we on that hood shit
I’m hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch
I swear I'm so..
I’m so hood
And if you feel me put your hands up
My hood niggas can you stand up
And if you ain’t from here you
can walk it out
You ain’t hood if you don’t
know what I’m talking about
See all I know is that I got to get my money
Again and again
top down
Let the money blow in the wind
with bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With the doo be wrapped
head full of bobby pins
You know I keep the thing when I walk
see the dialect
Different from the slang of my talk
Baby still living got a crack
in front of another bad bitch
that will
Boost for the spot
I’m used to leaving the strip last
Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash
So much bread in all of my coat pockets
It looks like a nigga got hips with an ass
And from the DNA in my blood
Niggas idolize me and
Try to do what I does
And if the other nigga ain’t really from the hood
You can easily die
tell who that fake nigga was (Hood)
And even though I split a little rap
Got Niggas in the hood trying
to sell the most crack
Violator, might send a nigga to do
it just to make you spend a lot
of money just to get your shit
back
Yall niggas know where I’m from
And I rep it to the fullest until
the day that I’m done
So hood where we live where my niggas
sold drugs and they rich
mommas still proud of her son
Daddy Fat Sacks
So hood like the Cadillac
On the mint full of my babalance
Call an ambulance
To come and pick his ass up because a
nigga never had a chance
They try to dance with a devil
in the pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can’t do right
Lay hands on a fellow like
the man in blue lights
Woop, woop
Do it twice
Yo boy the B - I - G
I’m nicer than mc in your top three
You cocky?
I cock, Squeeze
Bust them things now you sloppy
Speed it up,slow it down,then screw it
Don’t bite the flow because I got that blew it
Run through the crew or some
whole other new shit
Newness bitch we do this
I’m so Hollygrove, New Orleans
Lilweezyana
home sweet home depot
you will need a hammer
it go down like fraiser
I ain’t talking Kelsey grammer
I be shitting on your boys I need
an alka-seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done
brought the phantom back
Went and got me a 52 inch
Maybach
I'm eating like a big dog
I’m so full, I’m so good
I’m so straight, you so fake
I’m so real, I'm so hood
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
I should own the McDonalds
The way I bring the mac's out
I’m from the hood where every nigga lies
Flip a couple grams
they tell you the baking pies shit
Still got my name carved in that central booklet
Gave that pussy a scar and
told her good lookin'
You's a crack baby
that means your momma paid me
You can’t even blame me that’s
what the hood made me
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Calliope, Magnolia, Melphimine
Gettin that Money with a triple beam
See rattle cry your Josephine
Saints is my team
that’s what we breathe nigga
that’s how we eat
get this money on the streets nigga
V L my street blood
5 star G blood
Fly as a bird
Got these eagles on my seat blood
Then head back where I stay
Third war we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
shouts out to MIA
More money more problems
Don’t call me conceited
Just call me the boss
Always got watch you needed
MIA you’re so hot
But my neck got the fever
If you sneeze you get shot
Gun play make him believe us
I just bought me a ranch
Watch the hundred stacks
No those ain’t Rolex diamonds
What you done to that?
You fools for gazing
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It’s a movie baby
