Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Hood , by - Messy Marv. Release date: 31.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Hood |
| Hell yeah… |
| E-A-Ski, CMT track… ha ha ha |
| Yeah Bullys Wit Fullys part 3 |
| Messy Marv, Guce, Fillmoe', Hunters Point, it don’t stop, let’s go |
| I’m switchin' lanes with them stunnas on my face |
| Chop in the trunk, wally on my waist |
| Back in the game nigga feelin' like Mase |
| Red J Jonas with the red shoe lace |
| Deuces on the load, rocks in my load |
| The ice in my mouth keep my Nextel froze |
| Have you ever seen a scrape with the Lamborghini doors |
| Bitch I thizz and play with my nose |
| The girls, the girls they love me |
| It’s the project lover |
| But I’m gang banger, and a drug smuggler |
| Gucey Guce, dope boy with the cake mix |
| I’m naked with it in the kitchen doin' late shift |
| See I been bout it, other niggas rap about it |
| If you got it cuz, then blood better ask about it |
| We in the drama, bangin' the hammers, orangutans |
| Goin' bananas in the game, throwin' up the gang |
| When I roll up, streets show love |
| I just wanna be on the block with my thugs |
| I just wanna sit in the drop on my dubs |
| Open up the doors and turn the beat up, cause |
| I’m from the ghetto baby, I’m from the hood |
| When in my ghetto baby, I know I’m good |
| These niggas got toolies but that ain’t no heat |
| I’ll slap one of you niggas like a E-A-Ski beat |
| I had these Girbauds on full bout a week |
| Ya boy look grimy but the money look sweet |
| You got me fucked up, bitch this the Bay |
| Me and every niggas do this shit all day |
| I’ll lay everybody down in the room |
| But whatever I do I’mma stay a tycoon |
| Aaaa… |
| What you know bout bricks and traps |
| Bullys Wit Fullys is a gang in all black and strapped |
| I’m not a rapper, I’m a street nigga |
| I’m so hungry with this heat tryin' to eat nigga |
| Real talk we in this bitch buyin' out the bar |
| Talk shit I’ll make this cold iron hot to yo jaw |
| Represent gangstas, two step hustlers |
| Hands in the air you gettin' cookies on sight |
| Stunna on mine, and all on a ho |
| Richmond, Vallejo, the City, and the O |
| Gang dog Blood, oh what you didn’t know |
| Good weed in my mouth, mac on the floor |
| You ridin' with a star, bitch feelin' like whoa |
| She feelin' like stay but I’m feelin' like go |
| And I ain’t got nothin' against the new bay |
| I used to ride through with Fab nigga back in the day |
| You already know Bullys Wit Fullys is so hood |
| Guce and Tay now we got Mess, the nigga so hood |
| Pill Music got you sort of like some wet wet |
| You in the club gang bangin' throwin' up ya set |
| Me and Mess dog runnin' the game |
| 600 back to back dog huggin' the lane |
| Yeah this .50 Cal., make it worth ya while |
| Everybody goin' dumb off a half of pound |