歌手:Ali & Gipp
专辑:《Kinfolk》

Hood （帽）-Ali &Gipp
You can catch me in the hood smokin'good
Posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
Yeah we sippin'dippin'tippin'
Elbow swangin'out the window
Swimming pool up in the roof
I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88d**e man not purple rain-rocks
Having things diamond chains
Doin'it till my money came
South side west side east side north side
On them wires on the blades
Everybody smokin'haze
Cadillac Chevy Escalade
And them Hummer trucks
We burnin'rubber runnin'lights
We don't give a f**k
We on that laffy taffy
Y'all niggas be smokin'babby
We custom fitted from our sneakers to our clothes daddy
We keep them hoes lookin'
Starin'gawkin'talkin''bout us
We got them peoples and feds
Yea they talk about us
About the way we talk about the way we dress
How 'bout them diamond grills
How 'bout they lookin'fresh
I'm always smokin'good
I'm posted on the lot
A pocket full of money
I'm fresh up off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
So many brand-new niggas
We don't know who to trust
A bunch of p**sy-a**rappers tryin'to sound like us
Sweet Jones is a pimp I got b**ches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission tell 'em break 'em
Bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii 'bout to
'Bout to buy a Rolls
Ni**a think we just 'bout rapping b**ch but d**e is getting sold
I'm a young hot street flame
Deep up in the d-game
Smokin'bro slammin'Cadillac doors
Red paint switchin'lane-to-lane
I ain't came to lose b**ch
I done paid my dues b**ch
Got fifteen years off in this muthaf**kin'rap sh*t
Seen a lot of niggas come
Seen a lot of niggas go
I seen some niggas blow
I seen some turn to hoes
Candy cars candy doors
I got yellow hoes that play wit'they nose
If ya like she blow in ya butt
Eat ya dick and then lick ya nuts
If I wasn't rappin'baby
I'd still be drivin'this sh*t
Makin'hoes hide this dick
UGK we live in this b**ch
Swisha sweets is a must
Mixin'purple wit the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp hoe I'm the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound
Ni**a Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon
B**ch the game belong to me
In '72a player born in his boots
Every line is the Gospel
'Cause every word is the truth
Some may call me the realest
This from the heart you can feel it
Project baby 'cause my family from the Car-Swerve Village
And moved the north side city wit this downtown witty
That influenced
Project grew 'n'then now '88gritty
Twelve years old smokin'squares
And by thirteen smokin'water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin'them black Stacy Adams and that fresh gold hat
I'm sellin'w**d a year later
Whoa here come the crack
I'm sellin'50's and bopper's the cluckers say I got good
And wit the crack came the gangs
And that divided the hood
And then the war jumped off
Some niggas didn't make it a summer
The other niggas locked up
Doin'rides receivin'numbers
I changed my life wit the quickest
For real and laid down the D
I ain't sellin'no mo'
But you can still catch me in the hood
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
I'm from the middle of the map where the river run deep
Up I-55where them niggas run D
Got a pocket full of stones along wit Bun B Pimp C
Love didn't have it I could get it from Three
Papi didn't have it I could get it from E
Niggas need dank you can call on me
Hell I come through it don't matter if you on that
South side west side east side north side
Used to open up my trunk like there it is
Let ya pick which one ya need to get loose
I beat that block like bad kids
Yea you might wanna call that block abuse
Dirty then made Derrty now
Some of y'all might know but don't blurt it out
You know how sh*t travel
Word of mouth
Have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin'down my glass door
Tryin'to rip up my marble floor
But ain't nothin'that for that a**though you know
See that's throwback like Dukey Rope
Candy painted hundred spokes
Baking soda watch it grow
Gangsta gangsta Neva that
But I keep that thing like 'Where he at '
Ain't no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks
I wrap my money in Reynolds Wrap
Slangin'everything I get my hands on
From the white to the green to the 1-I phones
And I even sold dick to a chick named Simone
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin'good posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money 'cause I'm fresh off the block
Money 'cause I'm fresh off the block