Lyrics by Pat Wright





A nig girl mutha fucka in dis bitch do the wop.

Dis the new improved hood hop

A nig girl mutha fucka in this bitch do the wop



I aint tryin to change Hip hop

Put money aside and make your hip hop

Not dirty right always flip flop, DING!

More flip cot, dirty pick rocks



G.I . Just lean on em

Bitch get scared and swing on em

Problem too big, put the team on em

They still running up, put the beam on em



I don't give a damn if you dun like me

I aint gonna do the right thing I ain't Spike Lee

Lopside 9 in ur ice tea, choke em while I sex em like Ike T.

St. Louis aint ridin, that aint likely

I roll with some real fellas that on strike three

Snatch ya ass up if you strike me

You aint happy with that coward, then bite me



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Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood

Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood

Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood

Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood



Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood

Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood

Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood

Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood



Uncle Tars said the Gang Needs me

So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy

You put me on gang the baby train weazy

An' all he told me dude pimpin aint easy

You used to pop big poppa work

Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf

And rude I'll pop a jerk

Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt



Like Jay I did it my way

I didn't get it here from freestylin Friday

Kwon dun care if and or talk child ways

I got work up and down king's Highway

Plus you bring the hood to the rap gangs

Wanna bet, Some like the crap gangs

Rings these gangs better have my exact change

B'Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs



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Third gifted so I represent

In the white city

You look like a peppermint

Shake your frame

Its whats on peppermint

Cops cant spray dudes face with peppermint



Man cuz I put the ern on em

Every start, put the whole 9 on em

Every spark, now the dirt land on em

Who's my bad found out it was laying on em



Got a flat, Needa car-jack

Betta yet, needa strap that's the car jack

Crack Boyz where the stores at

Have you gotten to the track like ?? cats

Now I never leave my hood dirty

If I fell, then the money got my hood dirty

Even when I get this brick thirty

I'mma be in the hood with this brick thirty



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