Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Hood, artist - Juelz Santana. Album song Nocturnal, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Byrds Fly
Song language: English
My Hood |
You do what you do where you live |
I do what i do where i live |
That’s what makes me nigga, and that’s just the way it is nigga |
Uhh, Killer, uhh, Grease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh |
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo… |
Where I’m from kids get it hectic |
But get arrested but get respected |
Piss infested, dislexic |
Take caution money, for extortion money |
Girls fake it just for abortion money |
Honey no day you’ll play me on |
Flip water, nuttin' like Evian |
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on |
Money missin', might find your baby gone |
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms |
Have you relocate, like KD Kong |
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck |
Put they ladies on, me i’ll go crazy on? |
One chick told me give her a loan |
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone |
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem |
Mom no good for ya, it’s da hood for ya |
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
Yo yo yo |
Now it’s gangs out here |
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin |
Look out y’all, here the paddy wagon |
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump |
Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want |
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk |
Eat ho heat low kill slow like mosquito |
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her |
You want these streets? |
tryin' to get out of 'em |
Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold |
Where they don’t speak Englas or Espaniol, no |
Where i go they don’t spit that rap, they say |
«Ching chang maka halia» |
Yeah, shit like that! |
Get my gat, click my clack |
Cam’s killin' this, i write for niggas |
Am i a vantriloquiste? |
Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis |
Be careful, Harlem World will get this |
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
Yo yo yo… |
Cats wanna talk shit, i don’t throw back trash at 'em |
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em |
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em |
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em |
Cats fire when I’m walkin' by like JFK junior, y’all talkin' fly |
I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy |
Got it for sale |
And i don’t run the crack spot |
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop |
One of the have-nots to brick money |
Then i came thru in the six yummy |
Ya whole click sick tummy |
But be carefull, out in this game |
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires |
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry |
Got killed like a bitch hair; |
curled and dyed |
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!) |
What it is it good for? |
absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'… |
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood |
Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside |
My cats down in ATL you win! |
keep it krump Miami |
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough |
Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali |
Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis |
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody |
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty |
We love y’all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo! |