Throw Yo Hood Up (feat. Baby Locc)
This shit i'm in man, is for life man
And you ain't getting in if you don't have stripes man
I did dirt in the dark and knifed niggaz up
And if you back talking me, i fuck yo ass up
I sold dope on the block late at night man
But know we moving up, we do it big and
I'm only taking orders above a 1000 gram
I'm on a mission with my jackaz bossin' in the game
We in the hood, smoking weed all day
And even if i'm getting rich, i ain't going no where
This system got me stuck in this life i'm living in
They trying to hold us back or lock us up in prison man
Everywhere a nigga go, niggaz heard about me
In 11 0 6, up to KFG
Start fighting in the club and throw yo hood up
Wild the fuck out if you know to get it crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
See me rolling with the niggaz from the east
The north, the south, southeast and west
Taring up every hood, every block, any place, anytime
Cause you know want the best
We take the best, we make the best, we claim the best
We hate best and when these mothafucka acting up
We break the best
Take out the bitches and smoke the rest
Leave bitch nigga burned in the chest
Throwing up hood signs, representing crow's nest
Cleaning all the streets at night
Because you know this shits insane
Raising the adrenaline in je brain
Nigga bitch we all up in the game
Man we on the game this year
Shits of the chain, Baby Locc, Don-gg all in ya face
For always ever smoking till i'm rich, thugged out and rolling
We ain't showing the fame nigga
As long as you knowing the name nigga
The fact that you talking doesn't make us the same nigga
Don't try it, just stop it
Lay back and just drop it
Now role that gangsta shit, Baby Locc up in this bitch
You see this street heat is popping
The struggle is hard we ain't stopping
We soldier nigga, yea
We soldiers
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
And you ain't getting in if you don't have stripes man
I did dirt in the dark and knifed niggaz up
And if you back talking me, i fuck yo ass up
I sold dope on the block late at night man
But know we moving up, we do it big and
I'm only taking orders above a 1000 gram
I'm on a mission with my jackaz bossin' in the game
We in the hood, smoking weed all day
And even if i'm getting rich, i ain't going no where
This system got me stuck in this life i'm living in
They trying to hold us back or lock us up in prison man
Everywhere a nigga go, niggaz heard about me
In 11 0 6, up to KFG
Start fighting in the club and throw yo hood up
Wild the fuck out if you know to get it crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
See me rolling with the niggaz from the east
The north, the south, southeast and west
Taring up every hood, every block, any place, anytime
Cause you know want the best
We take the best, we make the best, we claim the best
We hate best and when these mothafucka acting up
We break the best
Take out the bitches and smoke the rest
Leave bitch nigga burned in the chest
Throwing up hood signs, representing crow's nest
Cleaning all the streets at night
Because you know this shits insane
Raising the adrenaline in je brain
Nigga bitch we all up in the game
Man we on the game this year
Shits of the chain, Baby Locc, Don-gg all in ya face
For always ever smoking till i'm rich, thugged out and rolling
We ain't showing the fame nigga
As long as you knowing the name nigga
The fact that you talking doesn't make us the same nigga
Don't try it, just stop it
Lay back and just drop it
Now role that gangsta shit, Baby Locc up in this bitch
You see this street heat is popping
The struggle is hard we ain't stopping
We soldier nigga, yea
We soldiers
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
Push 'em up, get crunk
And throw your mothafucking hood up
Credits
Writer(s): Gino G N Felter
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