"For The Hood" lyrics
(feat. Munee)
This one here for the hood dawg (Hood dawg, hood dawg)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
Y'all Bruce Jenners to these crease lines
Out in Cali where we bangin' every street sign
Where your braggin' could turn to a critical
Where these fiends stick you up for a tweak dime, listen
What you know about them One Ways? (Nothin)
I be that gunna who be fucking with that gun play
We them ese's, we them vatos
We roll back we don't phone play
Eastside with my thug folks, no peace signs just G signs
My bitches 'round here they cutthroat
If you fuck around and act macho
Ain't no fear in what I do, I got the right to attack
Nine in the chamber, four to his, five to his back
Rush, adrenaline, they toning my style and changing the name
They just like a synonym, ain't feeling them
To them haters that be thinking that I fell off (Nah)
I was sleepin for a minute but now I'm back
Mobbin' with my dawgs, ain't fuckin' with them cats (Woof)
Real OG's rolling in a Cadillac
From jumping fences, young and reckless (True)
Counting blessings just to show my presence (Yeah)
Real shit, and the homie said
This one here for the hood dawg (Hood dawg, hood dawg)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
Homies catching cases and still trappin'
Some on the run and they still packin'
Pac is dead and he still rappin'
So when I die I'm still active
Cocaine in my grandpas mattress
He don't know, I just stash it there
In case I'm locked up and no bail money
He could flip the work and I could re-appeal
Fill you up with hollows, call you hollow man, Kevin
Everything I've learned has been a muthafuckin' blessing
Could've of been a body but I'd rather be the shooter
Tell my mama when they bury me make sure I got a weapon
I swear lord, I see some homies acting paranoid
And if I ever see them looking at me wrong
Then I put that on whatever, I'll be snappin' like a Polaroid
See the brown don't got what they ask for (Ask for)
Why you think J-Lo got an ass for? (Ass for)
Who you think sweat for your good life? (Good life)
Who you think smuggle all your trap work? (Us)
You ain't really bout it 'cause I'm that dope
Shooters on my line, I don't talk much
Curry and Durant with that long range (Long range)
All you muthafuckas never had hope (Realest)
This one here for the hood dawg (Hood dawg, hood dawg)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
Y'all Bruce Jenners to these crease lines
Out in Cali where we bangin' every street sign
Where your braggin' could turn to a critical
Where these fiends stick you up for a tweak dime, listen
What you know about them One Ways? (Nothin)
I be that gunna who be fucking with that gun play
We them ese's, we them vatos
We roll back we don't phone play
Eastside with my thug folks, no peace signs just G signs
My bitches 'round here they cutthroat
If you fuck around and act macho
Ain't no fear in what I do, I got the right to attack
Nine in the chamber, four to his, five to his back
Rush, adrenaline, they toning my style and changing the name
They just like a synonym, ain't feeling them
To them haters that be thinking that I fell off (Nah)
I was sleepin for a minute but now I'm back
Mobbin' with my dawgs, ain't fuckin' with them cats (Woof)
Real OG's rolling in a Cadillac
From jumping fences, young and reckless (True)
Counting blessings just to show my presence (Yeah)
Real shit, and the homie said
This one here for the hood dawg (Hood dawg, hood dawg)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
Homies catching cases and still trappin'
Some on the run and they still packin'
Pac is dead and he still rappin'
So when I die I'm still active
Cocaine in my grandpas mattress
He don't know, I just stash it there
In case I'm locked up and no bail money
He could flip the work and I could re-appeal
Fill you up with hollows, call you hollow man, Kevin
Everything I've learned has been a muthafuckin' blessing
Could've of been a body but I'd rather be the shooter
Tell my mama when they bury me make sure I got a weapon
I swear lord, I see some homies acting paranoid
And if I ever see them looking at me wrong
Then I put that on whatever, I'll be snappin' like a Polaroid
See the brown don't got what they ask for (Ask for)
Why you think J-Lo got an ass for? (Ass for)
Who you think sweat for your good life? (Good life)
Who you think smuggle all your trap work? (Us)
You ain't really bout it 'cause I'm that dope
Shooters on my line, I don't talk much
Curry and Durant with that long range (Long range)
All you muthafuckas never had hope (Realest)
This one here for the hood dawg (Hood dawg, hood dawg)
My Mexicanos stay flexin' (They flexin', they flexin')
Ski-mask in all black dawg (All black, all black)
Only real goons in my section
I'm trying to tell 'em dawg, we really bout it (Really bout it)
All that talkin' might just hurt somebody (Hurt somebody)
Before I sin I tell my God I'm sorry, sorry
Who's gon' protect me in this world? Nobody (Not nobody)
