Pain Hood Vs
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(I like the song but, I think we need a street version, yeah)
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm walking with my strap
Had a good dream about you
And I shot you in the back
All these nigga's be capping
Never pull up where we at
And my troppa be singing
And you know I never cap
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
I was just broke now I'm walking with a bad bitch
I don't like guys, but these nigga's made a price list
She's so fine, so you know I gotta have it
Money may Mitch got in for another traffic
Hey, hey, raise some food with a whole lot of bo
She just wanna party with that hole on her nose
Ain't have shit now I'm dressed like a pope
Hey yeah, back to the story
They want me dead, so I hope on the fury
Sending these nigga's off safe me as money
Aim for your head now you're flying Tory
Wait wait wait, what time is it?
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm walking with my strap
I had a good dream about you
And I shot you in the back
All these nigga's be capping
Never pull up where we at
And my troppa be singing
And you know I never cap
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
Yeah, yeah
(I like the song but, I think we need a street version, yeah)
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm walking with my strap
Had a good dream about you
And I shot you in the back
All these nigga's be capping
Never pull up where we at
And my troppa be singing
And you know I never cap
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
I was just broke now I'm walking with a bad bitch
I don't like guys, but these nigga's made a price list
She's so fine, so you know I gotta have it
Money may Mitch got in for another traffic
Hey, hey, raise some food with a whole lot of bo
She just wanna party with that hole on her nose
Ain't have shit now I'm dressed like a pope
Hey yeah, back to the story
They want me dead, so I hope on the fury
Sending these nigga's off safe me as money
Aim for your head now you're flying Tory
Wait wait wait, what time is it?
It's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm walking with my strap
I had a good dream about you
And I shot you in the back
All these nigga's be capping
Never pull up where we at
And my troppa be singing
And you know I never cap
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Rose
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