Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Go Crazy , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Special Effects, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.05.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Hood Go Crazy |
| Saturday mornin', I ain’t gotta work |
| Last night’s show sold a lot of merch |
| Bad bitch in my bed so I ain’t gotta jerk |
| Forbes List caught me so it’s hard to make the dollar hurt |
| All we need is good green and some Bou Lou |
| Five to one so its guaranteed you can do you |
| 'Zilla keep the heater just in case we have a boo-boo |
| Kansas City natives and we all a little coo-coo |
| This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy |
| On the interstate doin' 180 |
| She said, «do it for me, baby» |
| Took a double shot and then we all went crazy |
| White girls go crazy |
| Black girls go crazy |
| College girls go crazy |
| This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy |
| So much liquor, I never spare that kitchen |
| Keep it so I usually have a pair that’s kissin' |
| And I’m lifted on purple hair, that’s bitchin' |
| Now that’s what I call a fuckin' air Technician |
| Down there, they got the hair that’s missin' |
| Keep it bare, I promise I’ll never tear that kitten |
| I am aware sex hittin' is the care when I share that stick and |
| So good I might impair that vision |
| So I dip in, then dip off |
| Look for another chick, then they pissed off |
| Till I give them another spliff then they lift off |
| Party is the mission, I did cross |
| Three thick friends, we mixin' these licks when |
| They big friend wanna lip off |
| So I told her come and get lost, bitch |
| This my place and it’s way too turnt up to trip off shit |
| Yeah, you my prototype |
| My fourth foreign car was a Porsche photo white |
| Cooler than a polar bear in a bowl of ice |
| With a ring, married to the game, had 'em throwin' rice |
| Wait a minute, put my thing in her |
| I’m trynna knock up, I’m trynna put a singer in her |
| So I can do a banger with her |
| I get brain for dinner |
| I don’t need to put tender for contender |
| Thank god for strippers |
| High top with zippers, hard as some nipples |
| All the shit I do is straight off the temple |
| Trynna squeeze it into my schedule is like a pimple |
| Tell that poodle, «don't mess around with them pitbulls.» |
| This the endin' from the N9ne |
| Grindin' bitches from behind |
| If you way drunk off the 'yac |
| Spit it up, spit it up, spit it up |
| This Kansas City, shit’s ran gritty |
| In the summer time, the chicks be damn pretty |
| Born in the projects, then to the Ville |
| Then I did a deal with Travis and made mills |
| This is celebration, this is elevation |
| Me and my delegation got niggas hella hatin' |
| This is Nnutthowze, Regime, Rogue Dog |
| And it’s all Strange Music, winners can’t lose it, unless |
| Errbody got they hands up like (Oooh!) |
| See a bad bitch like (Wooah!) |
| This whole damn city fuckin' go |
| But this is how the hood go crazy in the MO |