Lyrics

Chorus
You In Da Hood In Da Hood
Grippin wood grippin wood
Dough stacked titled hat whats good whats good
You on the scene on the scene
Looking clean looking clean
Mind right game tight left leaned left leaned
A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A, A

Verse 1
I get the spot popping like patron and that henny
Hit the parking lot doing donuts at twenty
Mean muggin anything and everybody looking hard
Mad cause I'm fresh off fuckin up the boulevard
Never leave home wit out the toast like express card
Lame brains sydity things they all can get it mane
These shoes fit than you definitely on the wrong scene
Its parking lot pimpin nightlights on dem big thangs
Paint that change wit a nigga everytime I switch lanes
Plenty girls popping looking sweeter than a candy cane
Loud music playing drinks sinking like its quick sand
Late night tip we just chilling having goodtimes
It don't matter wintertime or summertime
Turn it up let it beat like this hot baseline
Hit da scene put yo mack down its yo time to shine
Check da mirror pop yo collar yes its showtime

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Verse 2
We rollin up on dem dubs, turnin heads sho nuf
Chi Town baby show love
My money is flowing drinks is pouring keep it going
She's a freak popping on da hood wit ah pierce tongue
I can see clearly that mommy wanna give me some
On the scene lookin good wit her hair and her nails done
Shining hard whip drowned in da color of this red rum
Mommy wanna smoke I got that bom bom dilon
System quaking the ground its parkin lot pimpon
Niggas get ta tripping got that mac elevon
Snoop said it best its a one eighty sevon
Hot on my blocks and the huneds is baking
Everybody wanna shine but the spot light taking
My gator dark vator, my fit Clark Kent
You ain't never seen a windy nigga fly like this
(I'm from the hood)

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Verse 3
Mommy get the picture stop blowing up my cellphone
Yesterday you had a nigga talking to the dialtone
New day and age now i'm sitting on the shiny chrome
Riding through my city blocks summer day piping hot
Ac blowing feeling cooler than a ice box
Ah shit its time to stop let um chop chop
See the freaks on the bus stop drop it like its hot
Play hop scotch double dutch ma you jumpim in ah what
Cutlass wit them ghini doors pedals down ta the floor
Looking out for dick boys hatin on my loud noise
Moet spillin from my cup
11-5 Halsted Chi Town know whats up
Stony Island, Madison ya'll boys stunting hard
Over in da circle in garfield park
Don't let know bullshit start
Cause I know we in da hood in da hood grippin wood grippin
Man windy city come and tell yo boy whats good

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