Blaq Poet - Hood Talk lyrics
[Blaq Poet - Hood Talk lyrics]
Shit is crazy yo (Uh) pass that Henny, man
Word, check me out
Let's get that fuckin' 60 out, yo
If the hood could talk
The light gon' be talkin' to the benches
Yo I heard that the fences
Was snitchin' them niggas bitches
And what about the tree? That
Nigga been bucked a lot
Mad hoes in him, saying fuck the whole block
The garbage can said he smell something funny
Niggas keep stashing their guns under me
Over the money it's always some shit
The building is whispering
The mail box got a big mouth
She always listenin'
The sidewalk is pissed 'cause
Everybody shit on him and the playground
Think it's a game to bull and train on him
The cartable talking 'bout who's
Dead and gone
The sprinklers can't wait for the
Summer to turn it on
The grass got beef with the bushes
The grass is mad that the bushes
Filled with Kotex and pussies
I sit back, and I give it a thought
What the fuck would they'd say
(huh?) , if the block could talk
Block talk, block talk, block talk
Hood talk, hood talk, block talk, hood talk
Yeah, yeah, Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo
If the car cost could talk they'd
Tell you my team's real
And everytime we got pressed by
Police we never squeal (Never)
The concrete can vouch for that
So can the solvent my clique don't tell
Lightning strike me if I'm lyin'
Songs build with walls will probably
Tell us you supplyin' but shit
We already knew that 'cause we was spyin'
(Word up)
Bodega registers will tell you that
I'm brake? 50's are better
And everyday rockin' different
Colored leather
Buying different kinda condoms for
A different kinda bitch
And if the doors on my whip could talk
They never snitch
We did too much dirt for it
To tell about a female
Everyday drivin' around doin' that retail
My ride even sacrificed
The coven? compartment
The shit we made enough bread
To cop another apartment
Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet keepin' it trife
If New York could talk it'd
Say we reppin' it trife
The Chinese restaurant is mad at the Arabs
'Cause they selling chickens too
Cutting in on they cash
The liquor store said he running the shit
And if that don’t cut it
Out everybody's getting hit
Even the racks is talkin' (haha)
They refer with the squirrels tell
Them to keep walking
If the walls could talk it's going down
(Word)
No more fakeness, check your background
(Niggas) hood talk, block talk
Just imagine that the hood came alive
Look through my eyes
I was high when I wrote this
(word) , you had to notice
This shit is so sick, so sick, so sick
So sick
Word, check me out
Let's get that fuckin' 60 out, yo
If the hood could talk
The light gon' be talkin' to the benches
Yo I heard that the fences
Was snitchin' them niggas bitches
And what about the tree? That
Nigga been bucked a lot
Mad hoes in him, saying fuck the whole block
The garbage can said he smell something funny
Niggas keep stashing their guns under me
Over the money it's always some shit
The building is whispering
The mail box got a big mouth
She always listenin'
The sidewalk is pissed 'cause
Everybody shit on him and the playground
Think it's a game to bull and train on him
The cartable talking 'bout who's
Dead and gone
The sprinklers can't wait for the
Summer to turn it on
The grass got beef with the bushes
The grass is mad that the bushes
Filled with Kotex and pussies
I sit back, and I give it a thought
What the fuck would they'd say
(huh?) , if the block could talk
Block talk, block talk, block talk
Hood talk, hood talk, block talk, hood talk
Yeah, yeah, Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet
Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo
If the car cost could talk they'd
Tell you my team's real
And everytime we got pressed by
Police we never squeal (Never)
The concrete can vouch for that
So can the solvent my clique don't tell
Lightning strike me if I'm lyin'
Songs build with walls will probably
Tell us you supplyin' but shit
We already knew that 'cause we was spyin'
(Word up)
Bodega registers will tell you that
I'm brake? 50's are better
And everyday rockin' different
Colored leather
Buying different kinda condoms for
A different kinda bitch
And if the doors on my whip could talk
They never snitch
We did too much dirt for it
To tell about a female
Everyday drivin' around doin' that retail
My ride even sacrificed
The coven? compartment
The shit we made enough bread
To cop another apartment
Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet keepin' it trife
If New York could talk it'd
Say we reppin' it trife
The Chinese restaurant is mad at the Arabs
'Cause they selling chickens too
Cutting in on they cash
The liquor store said he running the shit
And if that don’t cut it
Out everybody's getting hit
Even the racks is talkin' (haha)
They refer with the squirrels tell
Them to keep walking
If the walls could talk it's going down
(Word)
No more fakeness, check your background
(Niggas) hood talk, block talk
Just imagine that the hood came alive
Look through my eyes
I was high when I wrote this
(word) , you had to notice
This shit is so sick, so sick, so sick
So sick