I still be riding through the hood
Brooklyn to Compton, its all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin like we should
Im hot boy, I told you before
Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
In The hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the hood is crazy
Niggasll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady
Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen
It dont bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin
We winnin
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin
Now the Ds, they harass me in the hood
a few times, niggas try to blast me in the hood
Fuck its all good
Catch me in the coupe - on the lean
Wit needles and samples and diesels for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit my nine
I aint the type nigga that be out, runnin his mouth
Talkin gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
Now homie, you better get to know me better
Before you be bleedin pints of blood into Iceberg sweater
When the tails come flyin up out the beretta
You gon feel like its yo fault and say "Man I knew better"
Look dogg, I dont play that shit
I pull that thing out Ima spray that shit
That how I get down
Brooklyn shes so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood
Thats what you get for talkin all that shit in the hood
Yeah Im still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya
Brooklyn to Compton its all good
Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin in the hood
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