Sisqó, Crooked I - So Damn Hood lyrics
[Sisqó, Crooked I - So Damn Hood lyrics]
Peep me out though
You niggas soft outta control
On your next video
You probably do the split's like
The godfather of soul
While I'm rottweiler patrol
First I clock dollars
Then I pop collars with hoes
I got a problem with foes
Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows
Nigga, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore
They put their lips on my dick
And give me chips and more
Yall should stop
You off the block you faking
I walk with glocks
Don't talk to cops for nathin
I brought them choppers in
Case of al-ter-cation
I aims and pops in the face of confrontation
Speaking raw terror
I'll have your momma picking paul bearers
Broke niggas, yea, y'all error
Got to show 'em how to new age rap
But I'm still ghetto as the
Last swallow of Kool-Aid left
We so damn hood
Pussy out if you would lets get
Good baby we so damn hood
We ride and another would
It's understood that we so damn hood
Bust the script if you would, wish you could
Nigga we so damn hood
Everybody feeling good like we should
Baby we so damn hood
Stop the screaming
Can't nobody in the area to help
If you was homophobic
Nigga you'd be scared of yourself
Listen as I, start to whoop ass, why?
Would you try Crooked I
Will you die like the last guy
I told you I would put holes riders man
Destiny's Child be the
Only "Survivors" man
Nigga I been hot, whipping the six drop
Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props
My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock
And it don't stop, giving the big glock
I'm smacking you haters up
Stacking the paper
Like I signed an major
Contract with the Lakers
It's C-R put them with E-R
Double O trouble blow
Ghetto star haters split your wig
And do the thang in this game
'til I'm OG it's Mr big
How many wanna know what I love? Holla
Niggas who love me
We six deep in the ridiculous humvee
Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall
Break your face
Like Mike Tyson with his gloves off
I'm so hood and ghetto fo life
I park an five in the
Driveway and ready to fight
If you think I ride with metal you right
Commenting federal crimes only
An federal type
It's like, every where I go
All I know fo' sho'
That this The Row, that we gets the dough
What's the R-O W like
Slug one and you take your dime
Because you aint fucking her right
Yea yea I nothin fo life
Big pipes stuck in your wife
In the bed it's us and a dyke
You should never get it mixed up, big nuts
Get clutched
Thick sluts, get fucked, dick sucked
Bitch what?
(telll meeeee)
You niggas soft outta control
On your next video
You probably do the split's like
The godfather of soul
While I'm rottweiler patrol
First I clock dollars
Then I pop collars with hoes
I got a problem with foes
Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows
Nigga, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore
They put their lips on my dick
And give me chips and more
Yall should stop
You off the block you faking
I walk with glocks
Don't talk to cops for nathin
I brought them choppers in
Case of al-ter-cation
I aims and pops in the face of confrontation
Speaking raw terror
I'll have your momma picking paul bearers
Broke niggas, yea, y'all error
Got to show 'em how to new age rap
But I'm still ghetto as the
Last swallow of Kool-Aid left
We so damn hood
Pussy out if you would lets get
Good baby we so damn hood
We ride and another would
It's understood that we so damn hood
Bust the script if you would, wish you could
Nigga we so damn hood
Everybody feeling good like we should
Baby we so damn hood
Stop the screaming
Can't nobody in the area to help
If you was homophobic
Nigga you'd be scared of yourself
Listen as I, start to whoop ass, why?
Would you try Crooked I
Will you die like the last guy
I told you I would put holes riders man
Destiny's Child be the
Only "Survivors" man
Nigga I been hot, whipping the six drop
Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props
My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock
And it don't stop, giving the big glock
I'm smacking you haters up
Stacking the paper
Like I signed an major
Contract with the Lakers
It's C-R put them with E-R
Double O trouble blow
Ghetto star haters split your wig
And do the thang in this game
'til I'm OG it's Mr big
How many wanna know what I love? Holla
Niggas who love me
We six deep in the ridiculous humvee
Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall
Break your face
Like Mike Tyson with his gloves off
I'm so hood and ghetto fo life
I park an five in the
Driveway and ready to fight
If you think I ride with metal you right
Commenting federal crimes only
An federal type
It's like, every where I go
All I know fo' sho'
That this The Row, that we gets the dough
What's the R-O W like
Slug one and you take your dime
Because you aint fucking her right
Yea yea I nothin fo life
Big pipes stuck in your wife
In the bed it's us and a dyke
You should never get it mixed up, big nuts
Get clutched
Thick sluts, get fucked, dick sucked
Bitch what?
(telll meeeee)