Ludacris

Ludacris - Hood Stuck lyrics

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Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
 (Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
 I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?
 (Westside, westside nigga wha?)
 Northside, northside nigga wha?
 (Northside, northside nigga wha?)
 Southside, southside nigga wha?
 (Southside, southside nigga wha?)

 [Ludacris]
 Good luck, time to get hood stuck
 Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff
 Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
 Last summer, got da hook up
 You know what I did
 Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
 Type of rat, sat on my ass
 And fiendin' for cash
 Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
 Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
 and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
 I love women so I'm in it to win it
 In it to green
 In it to get in it and get in it again
 You got two booties so you whippin yo chin
 And I don't blame you
 I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels
 My ice piece dangle
 make my chest look older
 Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder
 I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
 Shady park resident and southside Rider

 [Chorus]

 [Ludacris]
 Get back, time to get hood jacked
 Gold chain, took dat
 World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats
 Becareful what you look at
 cause you lookin to long
 You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long
 I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song
 and there is enough for everybody in da party
 while ya'll hittin da bong
 But ya'll be hittin my schlong
 you play the flute quite nicely
 When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty
 Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up
 Broads I seem to rack up
 When I pull da gold acta
 Get slapped up
 Drove up da wall
 Put it in Reverse
 you can hope for the best, but expect the worst
 You at a place like some D's on a Hurst
 Its quite funny
 Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny
 It seems as if thats what I need
 Filthy south and Ds
 Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze
 Give it to me now

 [Chorus]

 [Ludacris]
 Your pick time to get hood sick
 Hit'em wit a good lick
 Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
 EastSide Ruthless
 WestSide leave 'em clueless
 my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish
 And do this for a living
 while you stuck up in yo cubicle
 Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful
 Women break a cuticle
 Ballas break bread
 Southside, I represent it till I'm dead
 What wha

 [Chorus x2
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Def Jam Music Group

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Incognegro (1999) , Back for the First Time (2000)

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