Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hood Memories, artist - Webbie. Date of issue: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hood Memories |
| Hood memories, hood memories |
| Hustling thinking 'bout them hood memories |
| Hood memories, hood memories |
| Thinking 'bout them days before I saw a ki |
| Hood memories, hood memories |
| Smoking thinking 'bout them hood memories |
| Hood memories, hood memories |
| Thinking 'bout them days before I saw a p |
| Before I saw a ki I was selling 50's |
| Selling 3 gram hundreds, man, my life addictive |
| I was 15 smoking regular weed |
| My high school days breaking down p’s |
| Ounces at my locker, I had a lot of problems |
| Losing not an option, dopeboy product |
| When I was 18 I met my migo papi |
| With all that street knowledge I walked away from college |
| Started selling collards, they come on the dolly |
| Before I was 21 I seen a million dollars |
| Ten toes down through the money problems |
| Every nigga in the hood know you’re school to got 'em |
| Wrong place, right time like I wasn’t on time |
| You know I’ll make this motherfucking microphone cry |
| Driveby’s, we got caught up in the crossfire |
| We shouldn’t have had our crazy asses outside, but fuck that |
| Lil B, he was my nigga, man |
| When he was down I got him up, vice versa |
| Nigga play with us, fuck it, we side him up |
| Even when I had nothing I just knew that I was gonna live it up |
| Running around stealing bike trucks |
| Back when mister Ross was selling dixie cups |
| Started getting my bands up |
| First time they had me in handcuffs |
| I swear to God me and oldboy held oldboy for ransome |
| Shooting ball at the park |
| No telling what goes in in the dark |
| I’m thinking I balled way from the start |
| From the niggas was all in New York, yeah |
| I went from silver watches to rocking AP’s |
| Used to watch them old G’s, now it’s on me |
| I was on E, fell off to a G |
| Used to play the candy lady, went to hide the weed |
| Hood memories, I just rapped my life |
| I know probably did a lot of shit that wasn’t right |
| That’s that hood life, ain’t no rules, no |
| At any given time a nigga’ll kick your do' |
| Rain, sleigh and snow, I had to jug through it |
| Had to count up them free bands, I put my hood through it |
| Hood memories, you gotta duck them FED’s |
| Now you see my face on the TV screen |