| And every time I do it I do it for they hood
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| And every time I do it I do it for yo hood
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| And every time I do it I do it for they hood
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| It’s understood I do it for the hood
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| The streets love jeezy and I love 'em back
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| If I still had the work I getcha sack
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| It’s all gravy still reaching wit my words
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| And make 'em feel good on the first and the third
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| Take you back when I was sixteen wits a bankroll
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| Posted on a corner like a light pole
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| They used to call us track stars
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| Before they even stopped we ran to dem cars
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| And everybody on the block got the same agenda
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| Hustle from the beginning of January til the end of December
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| Wasn’t smokin purple then it was more like bobby brown
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| On that hen dog got a nigga drinking straight brown (7/11 nigga you know)
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| You know 10 to 4 shake 'em up talk shit get my drink and let 'em go Even when I’m on the road the gangstas stay in touch
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| Why you think they love me so much (ha ha!)
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| I’m talking bout summertime cookouts and wintertime flights
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| It ain’t nothing we hearing shots all night
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| Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run
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| White boys jump out running wit they guns (5−0, 5−0)
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| Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
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| Hope dem boyz didn’t find my sack
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| Real recognize real I suppose
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| I guess that’s why the gangstas be at all my shows
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| Got the deal nothing changed but my clothes
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| Still catch me in the jects fuckin wit dem hoes (projects!)
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| Like coo-coo cal
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| Lord I wish mad Lou could see me now
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| Wish gold mouth was there wish mailman was free
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| A lot of niggaz crossing over dog no not me Plus I been in the commercials when I watch TV
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| And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully
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| Ford Taurus pull up everybody run
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| White boys jump out running wit they guns
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| Ford Taurus leave everybody came back
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| Hope dem boyz didn’t find my sack |