"Yo Hood Ain't Hood Enough" lyrics
(GTA V Rap)
Role Call: Michael
Total psycho
Just signed up for Geico
Are your rates high? Hell if I know
HA
Money I spend, is money I stole
Just bought myself an oversized home
With a housewife who blows my dough
On expensive cars and lypo
BITCH
But you now, it ain't that bad
I'm a good husband and a greater dad
(Yeah right)
But I feel like Walter White
Cuz you know I like to go Breaking Bad
Screw you I hate you dad
Son of a bitch you TAKE IT BACK
Time for me to see my shrink
Goddam it my family's wack
[Franklin:]
Get back cheap hoes
I'm with repo
So people on these streets know
I won't be no hero
Check yo' ego
This won't be easy bro
Like GTA with cheat codes
You won't get shit for free, NO
Street cred? Have a lot
If you don't think I'm bad enough
When I'm on the track it's like NASCAR
Jeff Gordon thinks I'm fast enough
Grab a gun, rob a bank
Hit the club, make it rain
Tits and ass, it's all the same
I wanna hear you scream my name
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Boy fuck your hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
[Trevor:]
Knock knock, it's Trevor
Craziest crackhead redneck ever
When I'm in the cockpit I'm pretty clever
But other than that? Well, never
Kind of overdue for a checkup
Couldn't give a shit
Cuz I'm gonna make cheddar
All about the money, nothing better
Sick of this trailer
GOD I need a new setup
Gimme all you got you wench
Don't have cash, write a CHECK
Riding 'round the desert
Taking all that I can get
YEEHAW
Crystal Meth, on my breath
I don't get too much sex
Don't got much hair on my head
Look like shit, smell like death
Scuba divin', air glidin'
Fighter jets and bear fightin'
Customizin' all my rides
Ask the ladies, cuz they're likin'
You and me, that ain't right
That ain't gonna be a fair fight
You'll leave the scene in a body bag
Trust me, air-tight
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Boy fuck your hood
Cuz I don't think your hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Wear a hat cuz yo hood ain't good enough
Girl problems? Talk it out
Guy problems? SHOTGUN OUT
Money and riches, bitches and fame
That's what I been talkin' 'bout
Suit and tie, rock it out
Just got shot? Walk it out
Run you down, in my whip
That's what happens when you call me out
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Huh?
How much good would a bad guy do if a bad guy could do good?
What?
None at all, that's the answer
But I'm about to pull a Charles Manson
Don't let me get in a temper tantrum
Mess with me I'll bring down your mansion
Slammin' all these banks
Don't even know how
Now I got pocket change while I'm on the low-down
Time to catch some rays
Damn I love this town
Once you're in this game
You won't be gettin' out
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
Total psycho
Just signed up for Geico
Are your rates high? Hell if I know
HA
Money I spend, is money I stole
Just bought myself an oversized home
With a housewife who blows my dough
On expensive cars and lypo
BITCH
But you now, it ain't that bad
I'm a good husband and a greater dad
(Yeah right)
But I feel like Walter White
Cuz you know I like to go Breaking Bad
Screw you I hate you dad
Son of a bitch you TAKE IT BACK
Time for me to see my shrink
Goddam it my family's wack
[Franklin:]
Get back cheap hoes
I'm with repo
So people on these streets know
I won't be no hero
Check yo' ego
This won't be easy bro
Like GTA with cheat codes
You won't get shit for free, NO
Street cred? Have a lot
If you don't think I'm bad enough
When I'm on the track it's like NASCAR
Jeff Gordon thinks I'm fast enough
Grab a gun, rob a bank
Hit the club, make it rain
Tits and ass, it's all the same
I wanna hear you scream my name
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Boy fuck your hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
[Trevor:]
Knock knock, it's Trevor
Craziest crackhead redneck ever
When I'm in the cockpit I'm pretty clever
But other than that? Well, never
Kind of overdue for a checkup
Couldn't give a shit
Cuz I'm gonna make cheddar
All about the money, nothing better
Sick of this trailer
GOD I need a new setup
Gimme all you got you wench
Don't have cash, write a CHECK
Riding 'round the desert
Taking all that I can get
YEEHAW
Crystal Meth, on my breath
I don't get too much sex
Don't got much hair on my head
Look like shit, smell like death
Scuba divin', air glidin'
Fighter jets and bear fightin'
Customizin' all my rides
Ask the ladies, cuz they're likin'
You and me, that ain't right
That ain't gonna be a fair fight
You'll leave the scene in a body bag
Trust me, air-tight
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Boy fuck your hood
Cuz I don't think your hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough
Wear a hat cuz yo hood ain't good enough
Girl problems? Talk it out
Guy problems? SHOTGUN OUT
Money and riches, bitches and fame
That's what I been talkin' 'bout
Suit and tie, rock it out
Just got shot? Walk it out
Run you down, in my whip
That's what happens when you call me out
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Huh?
How much good would a bad guy do if a bad guy could do good?
What?
None at all, that's the answer
But I'm about to pull a Charles Manson
Don't let me get in a temper tantrum
Mess with me I'll bring down your mansion
Slammin' all these banks
Don't even know how
Now I got pocket change while I'm on the low-down
Time to catch some rays
Damn I love this town
Once you're in this game
You won't be gettin' out
This is the life
All my homies have been lookin' for
What you think we brought this mothafuckin' ruckus for?
We 'bout to bust you up
Your future's lookin' rough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
Fuck yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough
