Ali, Gipp, Pimp C, Nelly - Hood lyrics

You can catch me in the hood smokin' good
Posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money cuz
Im fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money cuz
Im fresh off the block

Yea we sippin, dippin, tippin
Elbow swangin out the window
Swimming pool up in the roof
I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple
Rain-rocks, having thangs, diamond chains
Doin it till my money came
Southside, Westside, Eastside, Northside
On them wires, on the blades
Ery'body smokin' haze
Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade
And them Hummer trucks
We burnin rubber, runnin lights


We don't give a fuck we on that laffy taffy
Yall 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


So many brand-new niggas
We don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin'
To sound like us
Sweet Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a ho out on a
Mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, about to buy a Rolls
Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch
But dope is getting sold
I'm a young, hot street flame
Deep up in the d-game
Smokin' dro, slammin' Cadillac doors
Red paint switchin' lane-to lane
I ain't came to lose bitch
I done paid my dues bitch
Got fifteen years off in
This muthafuckin' rap shit
Seen alotta niggas come
Seen alotta 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 shit
Makin hoes hide this dick
UGK we live in this bitch
Swisha sweets is a must
Mixin' purple wit the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp ho, I'm the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound
Nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon
Bitch the game belong to me

In '72, a player born in his boots
Every line is the Gospel
Cuz every word is the truth
Some may call me the realest
This from the heart you can feel it
Project baby cuz my family
From the Car-Swerve Village
And moved the Northside city
Wit this downtown witty that influenced
Project grew 'n' then now '88 gritty
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
Im sellin' weed 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
Fuh' real and layed down the D
I ain't sellin no mo' but you can
Still catch me in the hood

I'm from the middle of the map
Where the river run deep
Up I55 where them niggas run D
Got a pocket full of stones along wit Bun B
Pimp C
Luv 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 Southside, Westside, Eastside
Northside
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 yall might know, but don't blurt it out
You know how shit 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
Ass 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 thang like 'Where he at?'
Ain't no rubber band big enough
To hold these stacks
I wrap my money in Reynolds Wrap
Slangin' ery'thing 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