Lyrics Sweetest Thing - Buckshot, P-Money, T'nah Apex

Sweetest Thing

Yeah
Hanging out
Y’know what i’m sayin
This is where i’m from
This is where i’m at
Why does the hood remain the hood ma
I don’t know but I know one good thing
That might explain why this shit might’a came
The negroes who know where to go by the train
Conversation the same
Who can I blame
Man this shit ain’t my fault man
I ain’t make the strain
I’m born on this ride, yeah
The cyclone of my home
So i’m going on the ride
But still I gotta ask why
Niggas can’t step up to the plate
But you can slide a bit high
House full of little homies
Little timmy with the dirty diapers
Looking like whaddup you know me
It’s so hood
But it’s so good
It’s so good
Doing all that you love, you want
You should make sure you know you good
As a man thinketh so it is in the hood
Understood, manifest the force
Collect the forest
in the room
Medidate
it’s snaking
But just can’t be wasting it away
I got a soul to feed like every day
A king’s county full of queens too
A city where the apple’s just too big
And I don’t know if I should bite through
What will they get me now
Liquor store on every corner
Down misdirection, instead of selling affection
When I finally get the vexing
Perplexing they confused
Take all the shooters where I live
And give them uggs and black boots
Diapers out the window
The endo blow
Popo in the lobby of the projects know
What the cause for a half a o
Would have to blow off a half a o
And stash the dough by the door (no)
Get dream, i’m living in the nightmare
I see heads fiend for that nice things, yeah
I’m a product of the people around me
Cowboys tryna be boss
The beautiful bounty
The county that i’m talking about is pure kings
Badaboom badabing not a ring
It’s so hood