(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, and thugs Everybodys representing by em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat baby Even the cops know the blocks its all time crazy Its alright cause its sweet hood Even though of us is up to no good You gotta it when you born and raised In place full of problems that you face Im a native in the city of these streets a warrior mentality that wont at ease Tomahawk in one hand, blunt in the So I can just get high and swing at Thats how it is, I my shit On my front porch serving up free fat So and see me if you down to hang But when you visit in the mix you be acting strange
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(Boondox) o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is where you finding me With that front living got that lawn chair high But dont mistake this for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country bangin Them dirt road junkies know them folk slangin Got hard, that soft, that prescription for your mentals My homies got them backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the pumped out Bad ass kids leaving grown punked out Trailer cooking serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when them hoes walk Because them booties got em hypnotized Spending tuitions just to grip them thighs My to some might seem worlds away But this is I stay, Red clay, G-A
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(Female) My (ABK) Is on lock cause we like it way (Female) My (ABK) Is a place the gangstas play (Female) My (ABK) Can see right through you if you belong (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the and build up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on some shit like you aint seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red roads full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking mouths never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont bother no cop
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