in da hood (feat. fat b. & tum tum) - big tuck lyrics
[intro]
yea get dis money n-gga
raw wit me
for real n-gga
[chorus]
i’m in da hood like a pound of dat good movin threw da hood like a pound of dat good n-ggas get smoked like a pound of dat good put em in da trunk like a pound of dat good gota bopa on my pistol so its hard to work wood ??
i done blew da candels out play boy i wish u would and money grow on trees playboy i wish it would
(verse 1: fatb)
the young underground kings tell me somethin good went to school at john b cause im soo hood zilla said double up is an addition for da bucks i got guns dats 5’3 da stash spot real tuff ready to buss a fat b-st-rd but dont get it twisted im your next birthday present cause da flow is so gifted i smoke alot of kwon cause i got indian in my blood p-ss da blunts around blue like a indian in da club hatas wana hate hoes wana cuff us{why}cause da bread got cheese like stuffed crust these n-ggas hoes cause they got tears in they eyes but the same thang make you laugh make ya -ss cry
[chorus]
i’m in da hood like a pound of dat good movin threw da hood like a pound of dat good n-ggas get smoked like a pound of dat good put em in da trunk like a pound of dat good gota bopa on my pistol so its hard to work wood ??
i done blew da candels out play boy i wish u would and money grow on trees playboy i wish it would
(verse 2: tumzilla)
comparison to me im crack you dirt weed you travel the same path but going a different speed n-ggas peep my style the sweat my technique 50 no i stay in dirt like baseball cleats earrings crazy wrist game nuts i get a check every month for these retarted prencess cuts if rap was bball id be tickle na twin while you ridin the pine ahead of you like eastern time at the top of these list leave broke n-ggas pist i could give every crackhead in dallas a rock off my m-th-f-ckin wrist yea ya hooks dope but ya 16s ain’t sh-t i spit dat fire sh-t dat make da f-ckin track quit zilla!
[chorus]
i’m in da hood like a pound of dat good movin threw da hood like a pound of dat good n-ggas get smoked like a pound of dat good put em in da trunk like a pound of dat good gota bopa on my pistol so its hard to work wood ??
i done blew da candels out play boy i wish u would and money grow on trees playboy i wish it would
[verse 3: big tuck]
chea da big tuckadopy watch how you move or sh-t gone get sloppy straight from the hood ?? the eagle in my hand my fingers is c-ckin you can’t forget the face just open the source you won’t win the race the dam boys a porche im cheatin under the hood straight up iron horse i would pull out the mclaren but it depends on the course bigtucks the name gettin bucks the game no liscens on the range cause i bought it in spain and the b-tch paint blue look again it change im far from pimp c but ima hog in the game n-gga sell a million records and dont need no bud strippas come to da house think thats a larger club chea its tuck b-tch show me some love if da ice melts on da chest new york would flood
[chorus]
i’m in da hood like a pound of dat good movin threw da hood like a pound of dat good n-ggas get smoked like a pound of dat good put em in da trunk like a pound of dat good gota bopa on my pistol so its hard to work wood ??
i done blew da candels out play boy i wish u would and money grow on trees playboy i wish it would
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