Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Memories, artist - DJ MookAlbum song Heaven For A G, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ridge Crest
Song language: English
Hood Memories |
| I’m still that lil nigga from Cloverland |
| All I wanted was to know the man |
| Seen fiends smoking out the soda can |
| Seen niggas fuck about 400 band |
| Ridin in ridgecrest it ain’t never safe |
| If you from Circle K, then you forever straight |
| I woke up told my mom, we gone see better days |
| She say she heard that same shit yesterday |
| Man I’mma keep going hard for my daughter’s sake |
| Every first of the month for me’s a holiday |
| I told my teacher fuck a job I’m selling that rock today |
| I’m in the streets with no breaks, ain’t no stopping me |
| And all the real niggas round the world gone vouch for me |
| Sometimes I feel like somebody watching me |
| That why I can’t go nowhere without this Glock on me? |
| If I die tonight just bury me with G’s on top of me |
| And these is all my hood memories |
| Since a little man I’ve been a G |
| Tonight if the lord so happen send for me |
| Just cover me in Gucci bury me a G |
| I know some niggas still out here hatin on me |
| But I’mma get this money, I can’t let em get to me |
| And the day I leave the world they gon remember me |
| Just cover me in Gucci bury me a G |
| And I’m still the same nigga |
| Trying to numb my feelings popping pain killers |
| Going through so much, you’ll go insane nigga |
| Nigga all these bigger targets, fuck the fame nigga |
| Fuck the fame |
| I live the real life |
| Boy ain’t nobody untouchable |
| You’ll get killed tonight |
| I’ve been through so much and man I got real stripes |
| You niggas wouldn’t know what sacrifice would even feel like |
| What it feel like |
| I went from rag to riches |
| From fuckin hood rats to fuckin the baddest bitches |
| Put the city on my back and started evidently |
| Man I ain’t lookin for recognition, I woundn’t recommend it |
| I’m tryin to catch a million |
| Cause I got bigger problems |
| Streets talkin, niggas plottin |
| My own nigga robbed me |
| Shit real on my side |
| But if I shoot you on brainless |
| If you shoot me you famous |
| Just separate the real from fake and you will see who remained |
| And these is all my hood memories |
| Since a little man I’ve been a G |
| Tonight if the lord so happen send for me |
| Just cover me in Gucci bury me a G |
| I know some niggas still out here hatin on me |
| But I’mma get this money, I can’t let em get to me |
| And the day I leave leave this world they gon remember me |
| Just cover me in Gucci bury me a G |