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Lyrics by Pat Wright
A nig girl muth* fka in dis b*tch do the wop.
Dis the new improved hood hop
A nig girl muth* fka in this b*tch do the wop
I aint tryin to change Hip hop
Put money aside and make your hip hop
Not dirty right always flip flop, DING!
More flip cot, dirty pick rocks
G.I . Just lean on em
b*tch get scared and swing on em
Problem too big, put the team on em
They still running up, put the beam on em
I dont give a d*mn if you dun like me
I aint gonna do the right thing I ain't Spike Lee
Lopside 9 in ur ice tea, choke em while I sex em like Ike T.
St. Louis aint ridin, that aint likely
I roll with some real fellas that on strike three
sn*tch ya as* up if you strike me
You aint happy with that coward, then bite me
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Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood
Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood
Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood
Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood
Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood
Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood
Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood
Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood
Uncle Tars said the Gang Needs me
So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy
You put me on gang the baby train weazy
An all he told me dude pimpin aint easy
You used to pop big poppa work
Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf
And rude I'll pop a jerk
Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt
Like Jay I did it my way
I didnt get it here from freestylin Friday
Kwon dun care if and or talk child ways
I got work up and down kings Highway
Plus you bring the hood to the rap gangs
Wanna bet, Some like the cr*p gangs
Rings these gangs better have my exact change
BFore I run in the boy and clap thangs
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Third gifted so I represent
In the white city
You look like a peppermint
Shake your frame
Its whats on peppermint
Cops cant spray dudes face with peppermint
Man cuz I put the ern on em
Every start, put the whole 9 on em
Every spark, now the dirt land on em
Who's my bad found out it was laying on em
Got a flat, Needa car-jack
Betta yet, needa strap thats the car jack
Crack Boyz where the stores at
Have you gotten to the track like ?? cats
Now I never leave my hood dirty
If I fell, then the money got my hood dirty
Even when I get this brick thirty
Imma be in the hood with this brick thirty
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