Nigga from the Hood (Explicit) Lyrics
Nigga from the Hood (Explicit) - Zro/Big Moe
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Just a ni**a from the hood that looks some good
Now they all wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no mo'
You can't knock my hustle ain't no games gone be played
Peppin' haters a hundred miles away through 'sace shades
Coming down one deep
I ain't gone stop and try to speak
I keep on rolling mean mugging
As I pull on a sweet
I gave the groove back to stella
Because I knock down yellas
Keep a 4 for myself and a 4 4 for the jealous
Cause them boys be scoping intoxicated and hoping
That they run up on Z ro I leave they flesh wide open
Let them take me for what
Cause I'd be damned if I slip
Baretta beam in the club same thang on my hip
Another case like that if you don't think I bring hat
Run on up and I'ma bust and flip your brain like crack
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Just a ni**a from the hood that looks some good
Now they all wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more
Nothing but dollars we clock show after show we gone rock
Pimping hoes in the five double O and baby mamas gone jock
What the f**k is the deal somebody pass me the kill
Rubatussin and m*******a with tylenol pills
Don't let a snitch see my d**e cause the snitches gone squeel
If they play with my freedom you know a coffin gone fill
Niggas be working with laws I'm gone work on they jaws
Putting snitches in ditches cause I know they be tal'n bout
Every move that I make
That's why I be solo when I bake
Cooking up in the kitchen
Come up with a ounce with no flakes
For goodness sake get back before my finger start itching
Better believe when I relieve my stress
You might come up missing
I don't be kissing no a**
Take a hit and dump the ash
I'ma chop on 20's with sparkling oak on my dash
I'm too low to descirbe out the screwed up tribe
Read about it in the source murda dog and the vibe
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Just a ni**a from the hood that looks some good
Now they all wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more
Now it's year two triple O broads be after me baby
Can you recall when I was walking now I hide behind tint
Cause being in a drop with a escallade
I know you want to know where I went
I got a b**ch named lucy for me she sell her coochie
Fly to japan and china for lunch when I feel like sushi
Sin to the day we fall we ball out of control
Everyday at my low key location
Hoes fall out of they clothes
Range rovers and hummers 45 glock gunner
Plus I'm a pen pimping veteran
Smelling plex among new comers
How you love a platinum plaque
That means I'm already gold
It ain't no joke I'm in the sto'
Five hundred thousand already sold
I'm throwed off in the mind
Mic and producer and booms no reap in the wine
Smoke to relax my mind red hair skunk or lemon lime
F**k a neuse a ni**a might go thet there
To the po po why pop it
Giving out my phone number on the daily
Cause it won't hurt my pocket
Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game
Just a ni**a from the hood that looks some good
Now they all wanna jock my fame
But when I coming down in my foreign
And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me
I don't give a damn about none of you hoes
I blast on sight cause I ain't tripping no more
Man what's the god damn deal
Southside northside eastside westside
It's your boy Z ro
Knocking down the door in year two triple O
SUC for life screw U it's for you baby
Heavy weighters my ni**a toon R O big M O E
Z to the ro geurilla maab affiliated know what I'm saying
Putting it down new millennium it's ours get that baby