| The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery
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| Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
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| Known to f**k, known to suck
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| Every nigga that I know done been in the guts
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| But when it came to me, she wanted to front
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| Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk
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| She probably woulda kept talkin', if I let her
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| But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure
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| Then she started actin' erotic, and got excited
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| Story done changed and in the pussy I’m invited
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| She wanted me to tag the pussy, wax the pussy
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| Go down south, hold up bitch, get the f**k out!
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| (You ain’t famous, bitch!) And if so, I don’t give a f**k
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| I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck
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| Don’t get it flipped ho, you’s a hood rat
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| Only good for f**kin' and suckin' cause it’s like that
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| (Hook)
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| Bitch, you’s a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
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| Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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| Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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| Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)
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| (Verse 2 — Anybody Killa)
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| Old school rhymes bring back teenage memories
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| Like when I was datin' Betty and f**kin' Denise
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| Or drinkin' Sisco in the park with some hoes after dark
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| Play hide and go get it like a sport
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| But things change, f**k Sisco, f**k the park
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| We want more from the bitches wit a brand new car
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| Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers
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| Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars
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| (Verse 3 — Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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| Now it’s a whole new day, different story
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| Ran into a bitch named Tracy and her cousin Tori
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| They was walkin' and they needed a ride
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| Pulled up to the curb and they both got inside
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| Cracked open the 4−0, then I took a sip
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| Now which one of y’all bitches suckin' my dick?
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| Then they knew the time, cause they down for the benefit
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| Hood rat hoes, pussy always warm and wet
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| (Hook)
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| Bitch, you’s a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
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| Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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| Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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| Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)
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| (Verse 4 — Anybody Killa)
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| Every day in the neighborhood, it’s a hood rat fest
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| Joggin' pants and house shoes with they hair a mess
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| Hoochie mamas causin' drama like a 9 to 5
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| (Happy baby day) Bitch, that kid ain’t mine!
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| I was strollin' to the liquor sto', one day
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| Smokin' on a big f**kin', fat J
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| Seen a chicken head comin', my way
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| It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
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| It was a good day, never had to take the 9 off safety
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| Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me
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| 5−0 ridin' by wavin' high
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| Without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky
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| Today’s the first time I ever seen the hood could look fine
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| Get this, weedman sellin' twenties for dimes
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| Oooh! |
| perfect future in my dead crazy past
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| Dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta ass!
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| (Hook) -x2
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| Bitch, you’s a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO F**K!)
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| Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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| Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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| Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Ratz , by - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Song from the album 1 Less G in the Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп