Hood Hop

Ey world
This streets 1-0-1
I'm fin' to give you a half a pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter bird of trackboy music
Ey
Ey
Ey
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Ey, ey, ey, ey

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

This the new improved hood hop
I make erry mu'fucker in this bitch do the whop
Derty run his mouth 'til the album drop (why's that?)
Trackboy beat like a freak, work a king on the block
I'm seventeen, name ain't same on the block
And beat and knock the nigga out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let rang on the block
And all they got to say is it's a shame on the block

I'm hot homeboy! Don't ever get it twisted
Number's unlisted, stayed in third district
For real, I'm ready to get naughty
Best of both worlds so, hey shawty!
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke
I can show you my dick, you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip-trip then we'll show him the fo'
If his niggaz run up to you, we'll show him so mo'

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that
When I put that on the hood, I'ma strike back
And niggaz talk shit, but I don't like that
Sayin' I don't like g, but I ain't write that
And baby mamas mad they ain't 'bout shit
Basically what I'm sayin dude, fuck a bitch
And if I had two, I'd touch a bitch
In the same breath turn around and touch her clit

And nigga if I said then I fuckin' meant it
And nigga if it's rented I ain't fuckin' in it
Trackboyz give me money so I fuckin' spend it
Y'all roll sprewells but not the authentics
And fuck ya-fuck ya fo' and ya roof clown
I got shit that'll turn ya fuckin' coupe 'round
You ain't heard? I'm the truth now
Matter fact, hook gon' break it down
Break it down

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

Dogg it's a mystery
How we drop one single, left the game now the whole world miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I'm sellin' liquour, got the whole world "tipsy"
Sick and tired of old g's tryin' to gip me
So I put a lump in his shit, like a hickey
All I say is to them, "dude come get me"
Watch 'em catch a crude desire, like a gypsy

Funny how I can't loc in public
Smoke in public, girl even joke in public
Got dough, so that's why I'm so republic
Cops hit the do', I start actin' so republic
I had a set, they actin' like I had a brick or more
So you got snitched on by the carni-whore
Show-off or show ass what these guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)

Now all my life (dirty) I've been livin' (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty)
So where ya at? (dirty) So where ya at? (dirty)
Where they at? (dirty) Where they at? (dirty)



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Kent, Mark Williams, Jerrell Jones
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