Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pants Hang Low, artist - Plies. Date of issue: 22.09.2008
Song language: English
Pants Hang Low |
| So, you better not play with my dough |
| 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) |
| I’m from the hood and that’s how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) |
| I’m from the hood and that’s how shit go |
| I’m from the home of goon, city of the choppas |
| You ain’t 'bout that life, you ain’t want no problems |
| If you sweet and you know it, f**k it gone rob ya Want straight yappas, f**k with no revolvers |
| Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer |
| Last two cases, bought four charges |
| In the hood, couple rules that you must follow |
| If you don’t then, slugs’a be in your body |
| Want my paper, get my shawty |
| Hustle all day, try to ride big body |
| Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage |
| Will I still f**k'a, I don’t know, yeah, prolly |
| Just a hood nigga with alot of swag shawty |
| Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40 |
| Been labeled a goon, that’s what the hood call me Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that’s regardless |
| I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) |
| I’m from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) |
| I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) |
| So, you better not play with my dough |
| 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) |
| I’m from the hood and that’s how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) |
| I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'm a goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about |
| me, nigga |
| This where you find the most snitches, and most guns |
| Go four little parnters right now, on the run |
| Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned |
| Guns stay swole every first of the month |
| If you ain’t got 5, you better not stunt |
| Hood cut throat, can’t even front |
| Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk |
| No shirt, pants saggin’with big charm |
| If it ain’t top of the line, I don’t want that blunt |
| Geeked in this trap, come through the front |
| Jack boys ridin', tryna find what they want |
| Ball last night, 4 g’s what I spun |
| Before you f**kin'with me, better take his lunch |
| 'Cause, if you get behind me, then I’m gon’punch |
| 554's under the hood, will run |
| 'Cause I’m from the hood, and this is how it done |
| I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) |
| I’m from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) |
| I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) |
| So, you better not play with my dough |
| 'Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) |
| I’m from the hood and that’s how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) |
| I'm from the hood and that's how shit go Say I'm too hood, might be Don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'm a goon, that's me Don't give a damn what you think about |
| me, nigga |
| Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen |
| You’re now listenin’to the ghetto music |
| And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge, |
| Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah |
| Good night ya’ll |