lirik lagu hood – ali & gipp
you can catch me in the hood smokin’ good, posted on the lot
got a pocket full of money cuz im fresh off the block
the hood smokin’ good, posted on the lot
got a pocket full of money cuz im fresh off the block
yea we sippin, dippin, tippin, elbow sw-ngin out the window
swimming pool up in the roof, i got the suede up in the ceiling
’88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having thangs, diamond chains
doin it till my money came
southside, westside, eastside, northside, on them wires, on the blades
ery’body smokin’ haze
cadillac, chevy, escalade, and them hummer trucks
we burnin rubber, runnin lights, we don’t give a f-ck
we on that laffy taffy, yall n-gg-s be smokin, babby
we custom fitted from our sneakers to our clothes daddy
we keep them hoes lookin, starin, gawkin’, talkin ’bout us
we got them peoples and feds, yea they talk about us
about the way we talk, about the way we dress
how ’bout them diamond grills? how ’bout they lookin’ fresh?
i’m always smokin’ good, i’m posted on the lot
a pocket full of money, i’m fresh up off the block
so many brand-new n-gg-s, we don’t know who to trust
a bunch of p-ssy–ss rappers tryin’ to sound like us
sweet jones is a pimp i got b-tches on track
send a ho out on a mission, tell ’em break ’em, bring it back
got a house in hawaii, ’bout to, ’bout to buy a rolls
n-gg- think we just ’bout rapping b-tch but dope is getting sold
i’m a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game
smokin’ dro, slammin’ cadillac doors, red paint switchin’ lane-to-lane
i ain’t came to lose b-tch, i done paid my dues b-tch
got fifteen years off in this m-th-f-ckin’ rap sh-t
seen alotta n-gg-s come, seen alotta n-gg-s go
i seen some n-gg-s blow, i seen some turn to hoes
candy cars, candy doors, i got yellow hoes that play wit’ they nose
if ya like, she blow in ya b-tt
eat ya d-ck and then lick ya nuts
if i wasn’t rappin baby, i’d still be drivin’ this sh-t
makin hoes hide this d-ck, ugk we live in this b-tch
swisha sweets is a must
mixin’ purple wit the tux
we call it banana split
choose a pimp ho, i’m the d-ck
i got bobby ’bout a pound, n-gg- whitney ’bout a key
dj screw about a gallon, b-tch the game belong to me
in ’72, a player born in his boots
every line is the gospel, cuz every word is the truth
some may call me the realest, this from the heart you can feel it
project baby cuz my family from the car-swerve village
and moved the northside city wit this downtown witty
that influenced, project grew ‘n’ then now ’88 gritty
twelve years old smokin’ squares, and by thirteen smokin’ water
by fourteen i was a busy boy in somebody daughter
rockin’ them black stacy adams and that fresh gold hat
im sellin’ weed a year later, whoa, here come the crack
i’m sellin’ 50’s and bopper’s the cluckers say i got good
and wit the crack came the gangs, and that divided the hood
and then the war jumped off, some n-gg-s didn’t make it a summer
the other n-gg-s locked up, doin rides, receivin’ numbers
i changed my life wit the quickest, fuh’ real and layed down the d
i ain’t sellin no mo’ but you can still catch me in the hood
i’m from the middle of the map where the river run deep
up i-55 where them n-gg-s run d
got a pocket full of stones along wit bun b, pimp c,?
luv didn’t have it, i could get it from three
papi didn’t have it, i could get it from e
n-gg-s need dank, you can call on me
h-ll i come through, it don’t matter if you on that southside, westside, eastside, northside
used to open up my trunk like there it is, let ya pick which one ya need to get loose
i beat that block like bad kids, yea you might wanna call that block abuse
dirty then? made derrty now, some of yall might know, but don’t blurt it out
you know how sh-t travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
knockin’ down my gl-ss door, tryin’ to rip up my marble floor
but ain’t nothin that for that -ss though you know
see that’s throwback like dukey rope
candy painted, hundred spokes, baking soda, watch it grow
gangsta, gangsta? neva that, but i keep that thang like ‘where he at?’
ain’t no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks
i wrap my money in reynolds wrap
slangin’ ery’thing i get my hands on
from the white to the green, to the 1-i phones
and i even sold d-ck to a chick named simone
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