[Verse 1:] One Two Buckle That Fool, He's Fucking With Me, If He's Fucking With You Hillwood To My Bones, To My Chromosomes Got 2 44's So I'm Not Home Alone Push a Pencil Like A Stone On A Saturday Night I Choke a hoe From My Tow Like I'm Grabbing The Mic They Bought Me A Used Dirt Bike A Year Later It Was Used To Serve White Ghetto Bird On Top Of Us,punk ass Officers Mad Cause My Closet Full Of Guns & Nauticas Rocking Up Duckies, for fiends and junkies Got More Cheese Than Chuckies,And Get My weed From Uglies It's All Lovely,Just Bought A Pitbull Puppy That's Guaranteed To Make Me A Shit Full Of Money Man I Just Couldn't Study,In School I Was Nervous So I Left I Cant even Write In Cursive.
[Chorus:] What Do You See In My Hood, I See Gangsters Everywhere Every where [x2]
[Verse 2:] And I'm Going Live,Liver Than The Rest, I Told My Mom While I'm Lock Take It As A Test Up In Garza West Smoking On A Skinny Square Three More And I believe I Can Get Me There Ill Be Home Soon I Promise That, I Be Trippin Cause Now They Say My Daughter Rap 7 Years Old (I'm 8 Now Dad),They Say She Real Cold, She My Motherfucking Life For Real Dow Lord Knows That He Got Me Here For A Reason, What It Is I Don't Know But Yo Boy Breathing, They Dint Kill Me So Now Them hoes Gotta Feel Me, I Been Slanging Since I Got Kicked Out Of Milby Last Ten Years Been A Cold Jungle, In The Streets Selling Dope To My Own Uncle Born Thug They Gonna Hate Me Till I'm Bagged Up, I'm My Casket Ill Probally Still Be Handcuffed.
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[Verse 3:] I Come From The Slums,Southside Houston, Changed To Screwston,The Day Screwed Moved On And I Miss Em,Wish I Could Hug And Kiss Em, He Was Asking For Help But No One Would Listen Reminiscing Acting Like A Fool At Roxy, Jealous Niggas Looking But Refuse To Box Me I Don't Blame Em Dow,I Would Jump On Stage And Flow, And Holla Fuck The Police And The Radio They Cant Stop Me,But Certainly Them hoes Can Try, I Started Dope House Back When I Was Smoking Fry In The Penn I Just Wish I Had One Made, I Swear To GOD these hoes Hate To See Us Paid Just Made Mix-Bread With Roastbeef Got My Boy Pulling Meat Out His Gold Teeth On The Mic I Destroy Any Earth-a-ling, My New Song Called pussy, Weed, and Burger King.
[Chorus x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
