Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Love (feat. Bun B, DJ Premier & Joell Ortiz), artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 28.09.2009
Song language: English
Hood Love (feat. Bun B, DJ Premier & Joell Ortiz) |
It ain’t nothing like love from the hood |
Ain’t no feeling like rolling through knowing you good |
Cause you been keeping it real |
When niggas see you, they salute you |
Love from the hood |
Ain’t no feeling like rolling through knowing you good |
Cause you been keeping it true |
When niggas see you, they salute |
Royce da 5'9″ give ya ill verses |
Ryan Montgomery is the real person |
No makeup, that’s why you couldn’t touch me up |
I remember being locked up |
This nigga walked up, tryna battle, I went ahead and let 'em finish |
Then I told 'em, «Do that again, I’mma fuck you up» |
Now take a journey through a nigga’s psyche |
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryna split up me and wifey |
You think you like me, I’m aight with that |
I don’t even call my nigga Budden «Mouse», it sound too much like a rat |
So may your steps be just like your stacks |
High, afraid of death, having a life attack |
It’s I, got the soldiers for the coca price |
Your poker face on, I’m a turn your channel to the Poltergeist |
My outta town niggas know the business |
When you land, I’ll come get you, we gon' get it |
It ain’t nothing like love from the hood |
Ain’t no feeling like rolling through and knowing you good |
Cause you been keeping it trill |
When niggas see you, they salute you |
It ain’t nothing like walking your block |
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no Glock |
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks |
Cause real niggas show love and bad bitches on your jock |
Every corner got a homie you know well |
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won’t tell |
Your man say he got the goods, so you trying him out |
The ice cream truck roll through, you buying 'em out |
The youngstas helping out the old folks, with something hard to do |
The kids is playing, nobody beefing and it’s a barbeque |
And every backyard with the old school jams on |
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma |
Already, everybody’s home, nobody on the yard |
We drinking and smoking the night away with no regard |
Nobody arguing and everything’s good |
Man it ain’t nothing like love from the hood, that’s understood |
Come on, it ain’t nothing like love from the hood |
Ain’t no feeling like coming through knowing you good |
Cause you be keeping it G |
When they see you, they salute you |
Word, it ain’t nothing like, what I do every other night |
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice |
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice |
We spend that wrong doing making money the summer right |
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype |
'tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light |
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice |
Swear that I be cheating, I’m just fucking nice, cut that |
Rug rat, niggas that robbed, never tried your boy |
Only just me, no security that I employ |
I never need to wear iron toy, I ain’t naive |
I just hang with some killers and I’m their pride and joy |
But nah, ain’t about that right now |
It’s about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow |
It’s about them New Year’s on the roof, with your gat like bloaw |
Outside the booth I’m the truth, give me dap like «Yaowa» |