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Nigga from the Hood (Explicit)

Z-RO, Big Moe23 Jun 2015

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

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