Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood, artist - Tablo.
Date of issue: 04.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hood |
Where I’m from |
«Han» is the name we gave to struggle and pain |
This river runs through our city like it runs through our veins |
To us it’s the one thing above all things; |
money, love, gods and kings |
It’s what’s driving us be it ahead or insane |
We said Shotgun to it, wishing that it takes us, navigates us to a better living |
It’s with us, cramped up in a bus, subways, our schools and our building |
It’s the price that’s our «아빠"'s paid to buy food for the children |
It sits at the bottom of the pot when our «엄마"'s got that hot «된장국» |
in the kitchen |
On and on, it makes us hustle on |
For the money, we fight, fall but overcome, that’s why we call it «Won» |
«Han» is spoken yet unspoken, we could be broke but never broken |
It made my father work the graveyard shift and still makes his graveyard shift |
And that’s that shit right there, what you call «Soul» is a city right here |
From «홍대» to Bedstuy, we’re born from the same pain shed alike tears, yeah |
Some call it pain, we call it «사랑», man |
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t relate, yeah |
And that’s that shit right there |
누가 뭐래도 내 심장에 |
자리잡은 도시, 날 깨우는 아침의 소리 |
밤의 빛 right here (right here, right here, right here) |
Some call it pain, we call it «사랑», man |
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t related, yeah |
Been rap supreme |
It is only right how I tax a fiend |
Been handing out styles, no that ain’t free |
The most adapt to green, without the greed |
I deserve honors, lots of furs and designers |
Tucked under wet vaginas, in Havana eating benihana |
While I puff ganja Then forget all my drama |
Like I ain’t got no fucking problems man this money keep piling in |
B.I.G said it |
Mo' money mo' headaches |
Know he looking down like, «Oh, so now you get it?» |
Yes I do, it’s best you too |
I take the money from you then invest in my crew |
These chest moves, you couldn’t guess what’s next too |
I heard the night creepin' up with the next moon |
Somewhere round next June, Somewhere I flex too |
At the fact that these raps more like vegetables to you |
But im livin sweet, i got the juice sip slow like it’s lemon tea |
With gin too |
Hot toddy, served to me with a nice mami Look like Dej Loaf |
Catch a body if ya try me |
She so sexy, got a deadly appearance |
She dressed up and killed herself in the mirror |
Good lord help me |
The massacre got clearer, bet she still believe in ya selfie |
And that’s that shit right there |
Another j blown in the mist right there |
A sunny day won’t make this pic clear |
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air, yeah |
This one for pain, this one for the hate |
Middle finger to you lames |
You broke ass niggas you can’t relate, yeah |
And that’s that shit right there |
Another j blown in the mist right there |
A sunny day won’t make this pic clear |
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air, yeah |
This one for pain, this one for the hate |
Middle finger to you lames |
You broke ass niggas you can’t relate, yeah |
Good lord help me |
힙겹지만 곧 행복이 되겠지 |
Good lord help me |
두렵지만 곧 행복이 되겠지 |
And that’s that shit right there |
A little J blowing in the mist right there |
A sunny day won’t make this pic clear |
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air, yeah |
This one for pain, this one for the hate |
Middle finger to you lames |
You broke ass niggas you can’t relate |
And that’s that shit right there |
What you call ‘Soul' is our city right here |
From «홍대» to Bedstuy, we’re |
Born from the same pain, shed alike tears, yeah |
Some call it pain, we call it «사랑» man |
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t relate, yeah |
Pro Era, HIGHGRND |
On a Kunst beat |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Sit back, lie down |
Pro Era, HIGHGRND |
Rep ya hood, Don’t let 'em turn the lights down |