From hood to hood they see what's And who I be
I got the Yankee leaning, just over to browse And the G4 is just getting over the You tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila down
There's some wit' boyfriends that are up tight now 'Cause they the big dog had a pups like wow I'm in my city ways Heading over seas wit' a zip of New City's haze You rats can keep running through your maze
Until you get sprayed with the I you in that hole, you best to hide Like the who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be And don't mind rides over the G dubs I ride on Spre-dubs Please don't be another dude who died a ski dub, chill
From hood to hood see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not know who I be From to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, the Midwest and down south
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I get it jumping a lo lo '64 And bet they hop on it a pogo stick pro I'm chilling wit these go go though That do the kind of things that belong in a flick yo
You know it's him and the Wit' the bling worked on remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, too far And y'all wanna hear 'em go bang, bang,
Like John Witherspoon, I'm 'em closely I know the snakes gonna slither The two toned Maybach's getting soon The back like sitting in the living room
I'm so hard like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a You probably I'm still ghetto, nigga
From hood to hood they see hood and know who I be From block to block see it, not can't know who I be From state to they cannot hate, they know who I be From the to west, through the Midwest and down south
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tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it like wet tees I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet On islands where the water's blue just like
Yeah, the trigger just get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, 'em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals I walk
They love how I back hard like good blow And I'm still a throb to a hood ho That's what though, yes I would know That's 'cause I'm in the streets like man covers
Rims look like blades when a fan blow I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast The man no other, 'cause I in it My time is money, y'all buy ten minutes I'm gone up
From hood to they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't who I be From state to state they cannot hate, know who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and down
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