Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From The Hood, artist - Quinn. Date of issue: 08.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
From The Hood |
| Throw my hood up in the air: Juicy |
| Got pills, got drink, |
| I’ma hug this block till I cain’t |
| This is how it sound if pure crack had a soundtrack |
| Hustla, Hustla, jack tracks while the dubs slap |
| Listen how my, listen how my, look at how my bass slap |
| Hate that asap |
| Lay flat when they cain’t clap |
| You could see your face in my bling |
| Twenty four inch no cut no scrape |
| Getting pap' till I fade |
| I love to hear that bass, |
| They want to see the mob |
| Funky fresh in the place |
| Do it crunker on them chains |
| Take a swig of that priv, it’s goin down |
| Yo girlfriend at the crib, she goin down |
| Hop in the seven-oh and go around |
| In the circle sideways up the block clownin |
| Bitch niggaz we doubting cuz we don’t give a fuck |
| You put your faith in s***s man you ain’t seen enough |
| You put your face in s***s man you ain’t real as us |
| I came up on block with fades in the cut |
| Where you wanna go, (huh?) |
| What you wanna do? |
| (huh?) |
| We can talk it out, |
| Or nigga we can shoot. |
| You think it’s cute, |
| It get ugly as a sharkbite |
| All that slick shit, bitch you better talk right |
| I hug the block nigga all day and all night |
| My weed is all purple, my crack is all white |
| Some niggas poppin pills, some niggas takin tonys, |
| Some niggas really real, some niggas really phony, |
| I’m on your helmet homie, |
| Melt it like it’s grilled cheese, |
| Police on the high speed |
| Real niggas never freeze |
| Cop keys goin roca for roca |
| Go to war back and forth, |
| Losing soldier for soldier |
| So every real nigga need protection, |
| A playa raw, like the grocery store meat section (meat section) |
| Want me to lighten up? |
| Or tempt these brighten chucks? |
| Go through Taliban style |
| And you getting tightened up Look nigga, I’m always here |
| You talk under yo breath but I always hear |
| Take yo air with the five zero life ain’t fair |
| Lil cuz in the pen doin life up there |
| He need money on his books, I send yo wife up there |
| Locked down in the house, doin life out, yeah |
| Nigga, we ain’t never scared, we ain’t never cared |
| We eat your food with full stomachs, |
| We ain’t never shared |
| For my niggas in the club (ay) |
| Bout to ride out (ay) |
| We don’t give a fuck, |
| We’ll stomp yo car out |
| If a ripper want to stunt, |
| And willin’a wild out, |
| We don’t give a fuck, |
| We’ll stomp you car out |
| For my niggas in the club (ay) |
| Bout to ride out (ay) |
| We don’t give a fuck, |
| We’ll stomp yo car out |
| If a ripper want to stunt, |
| And willin’a wild out, |
| We don’t give a fuck, |
| We’ll stomp you car out |