Hood Anthem
(Tommy Franco make it bang, though) ay
Whoa, alright
Ay, ay, ay, ay (Lil Loaded with another one)
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood turned in this bitch
Come with the shits, you get burned in this bitch
I was down, I bossed up like Lil Mitch
Niggas be cap, you ain't never hit licks
Niggas be cap, they ain't never seen murder
They ain't never seen hollow tips make a nigga flip
If I catch an opp, then you know I'ma blow (no cap)
I catch an opp, then you know he gon' go
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma burn him
Turn that lil' boy head straight in the toast (goddamn)
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma get him
'Cause my team got to stay up on the score
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma hit him
'Cause that nigga must have been movin' too slow
I'm fucking up 'cause I know I'ma hit him
I slid on that nigga like, "Two in a row"
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Ay, this party gon' turn to a war if a nigga come step on these shoes (don't do it)
I'm slidin' to the left while I'm spinnin' his block, and I'm yelling out, "Nigga, come move"
I keep me a Glock, yeah, I love how it feel them bullets stay coming out smooth
A big .45, Glock .21 with a .30 clip on it be full
I had to walk down with a 30-round clip, I had to go do that boy cruel
I hang in the trenches with all of my thugs, my brothers, I know that they goons
Come over here, you asking for smoke, you better pull up with them .2's
I got partners with Dracs, I got partners with Glocks, niggas pull up by the twos (no cap)
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
(Lil Loaded with another one)
Whoa, alright
Ay, ay, ay, ay (Lil Loaded with another one)
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood turned in this bitch
Come with the shits, you get burned in this bitch
I was down, I bossed up like Lil Mitch
Niggas be cap, you ain't never hit licks
Niggas be cap, they ain't never seen murder
They ain't never seen hollow tips make a nigga flip
If I catch an opp, then you know I'ma blow (no cap)
I catch an opp, then you know he gon' go
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma burn him
Turn that lil' boy head straight in the toast (goddamn)
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma get him
'Cause my team got to stay up on the score
I catch an opp, then you know I'ma hit him
'Cause that nigga must have been movin' too slow
I'm fucking up 'cause I know I'ma hit him
I slid on that nigga like, "Two in a row"
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Ay, this party gon' turn to a war if a nigga come step on these shoes (don't do it)
I'm slidin' to the left while I'm spinnin' his block, and I'm yelling out, "Nigga, come move"
I keep me a Glock, yeah, I love how it feel them bullets stay coming out smooth
A big .45, Glock .21 with a .30 clip on it be full
I had to walk down with a 30-round clip, I had to go do that boy cruel
I hang in the trenches with all of my thugs, my brothers, I know that they goons
Come over here, you asking for smoke, you better pull up with them .2's
I got partners with Dracs, I got partners with Glocks, niggas pull up by the twos (no cap)
We got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
Yeah, we got the whole hood jumpin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
We got the whole hood rockin', we got the whole hood bumpin'
(Lil Loaded with another one)
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Writer(s): Dashawn Robertson, Thomas Brammer
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