you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back, right?) Keep my swagger, keep it looking good for ya Keep it looking hood
, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot
' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch Rollin' up imperial in dickier material All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up Stacy Adams
through the bullshit Sometime to make peace, you need a full clip Roll dice with niggas who got bricks at a good price Talk shit, give good advice, rollin' through the hood
some herb and company to be with Fuck whoever you were gonna leave with I'm who you should see shit I found some love like Adam and Eve, shit Who you
legs when they try to parlay thats when you all dead I have the zone call all red (all red) we new in the area shit is small as adams who can bust your
been in that casket According to the doctor I could have died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic Abracadabra, I?m up like Viagra I just do this shit for my click like Adam
talking about peace. Every day I try to imagine, but can?t fight them, A world with no?, and no shoot, and no stabbing, Cause people were evil, since Eve and Adam
wood nigga a nigga signed again They kept the studio in the hood nigga, I'm young fly and flashy Linted small ballin' earnin G's pushin' all the weight soon in my hood
rap about Little Red Riding Hood When I was a little kid, check it out, man I met Lil' Red Riding hood We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend 'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
wheel Dirt Track cowboys There ain't nothing like A big angry field Tearing down the back straight Wheel to wheel He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
you It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good 'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood
When he turned 18 there was only one thing That he'd think about all the time With a scoop on the hood and a thundering roar, When you power shift overdrive
a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood
Ay, yo I shatter dreams like Jordan Assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials
't know you're hotter than rockin' four sweaters. But that's the job of the Ambassador. Hit mics 'cause it's life after the casket door. You know the hood