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Intro
(Young Buck)
G-Unit nigg*
Yea b*tch you know what it is with me nigg*
Dirty south in this muth*fker
Young Buck nigg* you know where Im from CaUSDhville nigg*
Get moneyMake sure you put a dollar sign on the S too b*tch
d*mn...
Verse
Young Buck
Bulletwounds and tattooes is how I show my pain
Im gone so much my little girl dont know my name
My palms covered in residue from cocaine
Been on the block since 6 in the morning
The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (fk Y'all)
When they need to borrow something they put their hands out
Little kids start running when they see my car coming
Just looking at me will make a nigg* start hustlin
I aint a start nothing I just know how to count
know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out
Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle Im so illegal
I cant even feed you what they put in the needles
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
You can call me country but dont call me broke (Why)
We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon nigg*
Chorus
Young Buck
s**t aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee yea I luv da hood
s**t aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it
Verse
Game
They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride
fkin wit G-Unit i let the Desert fly (gunshot)
Ridin thru CaUSDhville wit Buck throwin my dubs up
For those who don't know that stand for west side
I blast on my enemies
fk you if you aint kinnin me
Knock your top off like Kennedy
Then sip hennesy
Ridin thru Tennessee
If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies
I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly
Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive
If you only need 1 you aint gotta come
I just pack it up and strap it to a b*tch' thigh
You ever seen a Impala drive
Seen hollows fly
Seen yellow tape everytime
Its a homoside
When it's drama i pull the glock from my waist
tried to make my mama cry
It's G-Unit nigg*
You better recognize
I'll put you in the grave for that s**t that Joe Budden Tried
I remember right there when my brother died
Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys
So me and my homies ride
With a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's
tried to kill me but it wasnt time
I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9
Went into a coma woke up in the hospital
Cops said they found drugs
I said it wasnt mine
Bad boy but i wouldnt shine
Matter fact wouldnt s**t
Thought that cos i wouldnt sign
Now its G Unit nigg* read between the lines b*tch
Chorus
Young Buck
s**t aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still tennekee yea I luv da hood
s**t aint really all good but I luv da hood
All I need is my weed I luv da hood
We aint living like we should but I luv da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it