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boyz n the hood - paperroute woo & snupe bandz lyrics

[intro: paperroute woo & snupe bandz]
(dee)
on gang
pockets large, n*gga
on gang
dope a1, straight drop, n*gga
on the mob
don’t compare me to these cob n*ggas

[verse 1: paperroute woo]
wake up early in the mornin’ n*gga, know i got to smoke a blunt or two
and you know i’m gettin’ money too
my brother playin’ with them commas too
one shoot, then we all shoot, know we gonna embarrass you
who’s comparing me to these rap n*ggas out here, n*gga ’cause it ain’t no comparison
i’m nothin’ like my daddy, burn on his tracks, n*gga i ain’t inherit it
heart cold, no carat, the big bag, go burn it
get fly as f*ck like a parrot, might get fly as f*ck and go to paris
can’t believe these n*ggas still broke out here, need to sign up for a charity
yo’ n*gga wеnt to jail, still ain’t got a lawyer, man this sh*t get scary
tryin’ to be somеthin’ you’re not n*gga, that’s what gon’ get you shot n*gga
dope a1, straight drop n*gga, hustle ’till we at the top n*gga
corporate n*gga on the block with it, can’t sag my pants ’cause this glock get heavy

[verse 2: snupe bandz]
yeah, we the boys in the hood
we let the block serve, come bust a juug
i turn nothin’ to somethin’, get that sh*t understood
all that ice on me got b*tches wishin’ they could
reach for my chain, n*gga i wish you would
paper route the new d1, i’m feelin’ like suge
i got all of my n*ggas wit’ me out the mud
b*tch don’t play wit’ the mob, fill yo’ ass up with slugs
yeah, every n*gga for me, every day i’m in the trenches
bustin’ and unloading, tryna run up my digits
now i’m on the road, rockin’ shows, upgrading my image
straight up out the trap, thirty racks for my dentist
covered up in jewelry, i ain’t nowhere finished
hoppin’ in the drop, h*ll nah it ain’t rented
say you gettin’ money n*gga, let me see you spend it (let me see you blow it)
i get the pack and then blow it, i get the pack and explore it
go to the mall wit’ the profit to store
it ain’t sh*t i can’t afford, count up a bankroll when i get bored
survival of the fittest, it’s just me and my boys
rich n*gga still in the hood makin’ noise
pull up in a beamer, hittin’ diamonds on boys
[outro: paperroute woo]
yeah, n*gga, we gon’ pull up n*gga
we gon’ hit dolmens, n*gga
from bore to lore, n*gga
1900s to 2100s, n*gga
know what i’m sayin’?
cross the track business, n*gga
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
boyz n da hood sh*t
ya dig?

- paperroute woo snupe bandz lyrics

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