Name: Hood (Album Version (Edited))
Duration: 5 min 32 s
Description: Слушайте песню Hood (Album Version (Edited)) - Ali & Gipp, Pimp C, Nelly онлайн с альбома Kinfolk в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:32. Год выхода - 2006

Kinfolk

Ali & Gipp

Big Rube

Intro (Sampler)

Nelly

N Da Paint (Clean Version)

Chocolate Tai

Go 'Head (Clean Version)

LeToya Luckett

Almost Made Ya (Clean)

Get On Da Floor (Album Version (Edited))

That's Me (Album Version (Edited))

Murphy Lee

Lean'n (Album Version (Edited))

Cee-Lo

Bun B

I Told Ya (Album Version (Edited))

Lloyd

Jasper

If We Fuck (Album Version (Edited))

Three 6 Mafia

What's The Business (Album Version (Edited))

Avery Storm

Juvenile

All Night (Excuse Me) (Album Version (Edited))

DJ Speedy

Work Dat, Twerk Dat (Clean Version)

Pimp C

Hood (Album Version (Edited))

Hip-Hop

You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot

Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block

yeah we sippin', dippin', tippin', elbow swangin' 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 things, diamond chains

South side, west side, east side, north side,

Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade, and them Hummer trucks

We burnin' rubber, runnin' lights, we don't give a fuck

We on that laffy taffy, y'all niggas 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 niggas, we don't know who to trust

A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us

Sweet Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track

Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back

Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy a Rolls

Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch but dope is getting sold

I'm a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game

Smokin' bro, slammin' Cadillac doors, red paint switchin' lane-to-lane

I ain't came to lose bitch, I done paid my dues bitch

Got fifteen years off in this muthafuckin' rap shit

Seen a lot of niggas come, seen a lot of niggas go

I seen some niggas blow, I seen some turn to hoes

Candy cars, candy doors, I got yellow hoes that play wit' they nose

If I wasn't rappin' baby, I'd still be drivin' this shit

Makin' hoes hide this dick, UGK we live in this bitch

I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key

DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Every line is the Gospel, 'cause every word is the truth

Some may call me the realest, this from the heart you can feel it

Project baby 'cause my family from the Car-Swerve Village

And moved the north side 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

I'm 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 niggas didn't make it a summer

The other niggas locked up, doin' rides, receivin' numbers

I changed my life wit the quickest, for real and laid 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

Got a pocket full of stones along wit Bun B, Pimp C

Love didn't have it, I could get it from Three

Papi didn't have it, I could get it from E

Hell I come through, it don't matter if you on that

south side, west side, east side, north side

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 y'all might know, but don't blurt it out

You know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house

Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor

But ain't nothin' that for that ass though you know

Candy painted, hundred spokes, baking soda, watch it grow

Gangsta, gangsta? Neva that, but I keep that thing like 'Where he at?'

Ain't no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks

From the white to the green, to the 1-I phones

And I even sold dick to a chick named Simone

Слушайте песню Hood (Album Version (Edited)) - Ali & Gipp, Pimp C, Nelly онлайн с альбома Kinfolk в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:32. Год выхода - 2006

Hood (Album Version (Edited))

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