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Dawg Life - H.O.O.D.

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[Hook]
We out the H-O-O-D
Where a nigga gotta grind just to eat
Mama tell us ain't no F-O-O-D
Since daddy left us alone it's on me
Man we out the H-O-O-D
Where a nigga gotta grind just to eat
Mama tell us ain't no F-O-O-D
Since daddy left us alone it's on me
(On Me)

[Verse 1 Gent Eastwood]

Man this ain't enough what the fuck check looking silly
Oh I'm supposed to survive on 550 really?
Not enough so I'm up until the early morning wit cup of coffee
Keep going while all you niggas snoring
And even though the rain feel like it's steady pouring
I'm in my raincoat slidding to get to where I'm going
See when ya papa a rolling stone it can fuck up a happy home
Now Junior got a pocket full of stones
And he all alone on his own but don't worry bout him
See this the time when he thrive when all the doubters doubt him
When all the bitches bitchen he stay on his mission
Right or wrong this his life and only he can live it
So playa get it get it we from th H.O.O.D and where ain't shit out here for free
Next to ya folks you can't trust nobody I gotta grind hard today cuz I ain't promised tommorrow
(I'm out the)

[Verse 2 Tonn]

Man I struggle and stride out here bustn my hyde right now I got about uh hunid grams stashed in my ride so ain't no need 4 me to tell u how the fuck I provide just let me say dat I pray dat me and dem folks don't collide every since the day I was born my family was torn my daddy wasn't shit so uh fatherless child I was scorn there's uh side of me dats peaceful the other side is lethal dats the side of me dat don't give uh fuck about people ghetto mentality lord bless him he's hood raised he puts his life on the line to get out of this hood maze and even in the suburbs he can't change his hood was same demons stalkn him dat got E and Juan in grave my only thougts when niggaz creepn Is my fourty or my gage c I'm dat boy out hood but I ain't Doe Ricky or Tre this ain't uh movie niggaz get blown away

[Verse 3 Nucky]

We out the ghetto so all we had was each other daddy long gone but momma kept us covered but momma stayed concerned cuz I'm sumthin loke my daddy and my daddy ran the streets so what about me. A product of the hood from the house Anna B. Momma raised a G that ain't hard to see so if I hurt ur feelings dawg (fuck you) will u pardon me those manners she instilled but still don't get it twisted I will go in ya grille. Cuz the city where I live either bite or get bit either fight or get hit or get treated like shit. No lights at the house momma got candles lit. Dis real shit nigga this ain't no movie script I'm hood to the fullest no if ands about it clean on the outside inside cloudy. Nobody eva gave me shit not even a pot to piss hood nigga I blame my pops foe this.