it good in your hood so slow down niggaz Watch the speed though, mind the pedal and ease off A street talk into a collision course with these walls -
on Phillie Street Triggers get used more than Wayne on +Milli+ beat So don't make me laugh You think with your class I think with my math Not with my
cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz) Buzzin' "He ain't really from the hood nigga If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz) [Verse 1] Buzz him, I ride with
, it's way too dark for women She say it sound like I hold grudges She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight? But fuck a party now and everybody
this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris
it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with
[verse1] Leavin' bitchhouse with a pocket full I'm going out to party with the guys My paper born, my paper grows My paper developin', but he doesn't
when we dropping the sound Come to your hood, we be rocking your town Go to the show we rocking the crowd Get gwop by the thou', wow Come on and roll with
home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the beginnin Superegoman sounds
uh, oh We're gonna rip it up and we ain't stoppin' Till we get to Monday morning, uh, oh, uh, oh We gonna party up, until we get enough So throw your hood
Fatheresly, the shadow leads you back to the hood You wanna switch up because some niggas stalked you up Or is the fact that they thought you was rollin' with
good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When we ridin high) Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes Straight pimpin with
do this shit Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to Chitown R Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with
get blown to bits Archaeologist nigga, I stay with a bone to pick Goin' tit for tat, black aristocrat Born with a gift to mack anywhere chicks is at Malaysians, Haitians, Asians mixed with
we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team? Know that I
their arrest Be your own good ride, right, right These are the geto highlites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas, catchin' dice with
hood, I'm those streets I'm them lyrics enemies I'm that weed, I'm that [unverified] I'm that sex that you need I'm that nigga wit yo wife Sound like
to be low-pro We gettin mo' cheddar while you stuntin' with no dough Gotta skip the line shit movin' in slow-mo Shorty whylin' out, try to hit with a low blow With