"Neighborhood" lyrics
MC Hammer, too legit to quit
I pull up with a stick
Got my stepper with me
Drop a bitch with the flick of a wrist
I'm on my shit
Money in my pocket, and your bitch on my dick
She say you scary, and you broke, and you be flexin like you rich
You ain't gang, you don't let your nuts hang, nobody know your name
You want some fame? Bullets gon make the news when niggas bust your brain
What you heard? Nigga we gon swerve, once I get the word
Your lil bitch been tryna eat the dick I swear this hoe a bird
In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers
And these niggas act like Tupac off of juice 'cause they too grimey
And these bitches, they gon' fuck for a few dollars if you got it
Stop that cappin, you ain't active, you just act like you be slidin
In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers
So let me know you got a problem
Let me take you to my neighborhood
A bunch of young niggas with bodies
I punch you out then get it poppin
Yeah, took 'em to my neighborhood
It ain't no Mr. Rodgers, young niggas with choppers
Nigga, welcome to my neighborhood
Niggas get whacked like a piñata, so do we have a problem?
Have my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Welcome to my neighborhood
Nigga welcome to my neighborhood
Still playin
Think this shit a game?
Niggas caught you slippin, hit you with iron
You hopped on the ground, laughin', talkin' 'bout you still alive
Think I missed my turn? We gon' spin your block like one more time
Half a dufflebag on these niggas, like lets go put it on they mind
Had to take yo bitch to eat, I could've fucked if she was fine
She gave me the info, I know where you be at certain times
With this stick up cold, don't know how to ski but bitch I slide
Youngins get them poles, think I got a fish up on my line
I put away my drum, fuck around and get hit with sixty-five
Bitch I'm goin' dumb, ask me I think three plus sixty is five
Nah for real, bitch I got a sheet of Grove steppers
Hollywood stepper, We HollyGro together
I'm sellin' classic pot pies, can't leave without the pepper
My shirt off in this bitch, I'm booted up like It's whatever
It's whatever
Keep that, we got that "It's whatever?"
At the end?
I pull up with a stick
Got my stepper with me
Drop a bitch with the flick of a wrist
I'm on my shit
Money in my pocket, and your bitch on my dick
She say you scary, and you broke, and you be flexin like you rich
You ain't gang, you don't let your nuts hang, nobody know your name
You want some fame? Bullets gon make the news when niggas bust your brain
What you heard? Nigga we gon swerve, once I get the word
Your lil bitch been tryna eat the dick I swear this hoe a bird
In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers
And these niggas act like Tupac off of juice 'cause they too grimey
And these bitches, they gon' fuck for a few dollars if you got it
Stop that cappin, you ain't active, you just act like you be slidin
In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers
So let me know you got a problem
Let me take you to my neighborhood
A bunch of young niggas with bodies
I punch you out then get it poppin
Yeah, took 'em to my neighborhood
It ain't no Mr. Rodgers, young niggas with choppers
Nigga, welcome to my neighborhood
Niggas get whacked like a piñata, so do we have a problem?
Have my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Welcome to my neighborhood
Nigga welcome to my neighborhood
Still playin
Think this shit a game?
Niggas caught you slippin, hit you with iron
You hopped on the ground, laughin', talkin' 'bout you still alive
Think I missed my turn? We gon' spin your block like one more time
Half a dufflebag on these niggas, like lets go put it on they mind
Had to take yo bitch to eat, I could've fucked if she was fine
She gave me the info, I know where you be at certain times
With this stick up cold, don't know how to ski but bitch I slide
Youngins get them poles, think I got a fish up on my line
I put away my drum, fuck around and get hit with sixty-five
Bitch I'm goin' dumb, ask me I think three plus sixty is five
Nah for real, bitch I got a sheet of Grove steppers
Hollywood stepper, We HollyGro together
I'm sellin' classic pot pies, can't leave without the pepper
My shirt off in this bitch, I'm booted up like It's whatever
It's whatever
Keep that, we got that "It's whatever?"
At the end?
