Lyrics From The Hood - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Spiffy Global

From The Hood

Pablo Juan, man
Here you go, you know what I’m saying?
You know what my first name is, nigga
MONY POWR RSPT
I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I’m from the hood, we don’t use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I’m Head & Shoulders
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, to the law
I’m from the hood, nigga, get it off
I’m from the hood, nigga, can’t be soft
I’m from the hood, stepped off in the trap house
I’m from the hood, we all got it on us
I’m not scared of them bricks and them bales of marijuana
Made a long way from trapping on the corner, ducking undercover
Now I serve the dopeman, give extras to the junkies and they love us
I smell like I came from the gutter
I came in this bitch with my brothers
I shoot with the chopper, I stutter
If that’s my nigga, then his mother my mother
I’m a motherfucker, I fucked your baby momma
I chop up your body like a puzzle
You a gangsta trapper
I just really know how to hustle
But if a nigga try me, bet I’ma bust him
MONY POWR RSPT, I put that on my mother
You say my name on the track, you’re going six feet under
I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I’m from the hood, we don’t use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I’m Head & Shoulders
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, to the law
I’m from the hood, nigga, get it off
I’m from the hood, nigga, can’t be soft
I’m from the hood, stepped off in the trap house
Still pull up to the trap house
Jump out the rental with my strap out
I see you through the rearview camera when I back out
Chopper’ll blow a nigga back out
Shoot the dice, a nigga cracked out
Junkies smoking at the crackhouse
My nigga locked up got back out
I go to the club, pull them racks out
Same nigga, I ain’t going nowhere
Still serving, nigga, I don’t care
Always strapped, nigga, never bare
Got guerilla, they ready for warfare
I brought a whole pint just to share
Vette in the trap like I’m Ric Flair
Trap in the hallway, a brick on the scale
We always here, nigga, you never there
I used to eat the Ramen noodles with the roaches
I’m from the hood, we don’t use holsters
I trapped out the bando till the eviction notice
28, add a seven of baking soda
Found me a plug, look like Mendoza
First car: old school, no motor
I bust down the brick in my dime-like boulders
I get all the white like I’m Head & Shoulders
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, what you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, the fuck you thought?
I’m from the hood, nigga, to the law
I’m from the hood, nigga, get it off
I’m from the hood, nigga, can’t be soft
I’m from the hood, stepped off in the trap house