Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy, Mack Maine, Ronnie - Pimp C (Knockin’ Doors Down) lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Raw Dizzy, Mack Maine, Ronnie - Pimp C Knockin’ Doors Down lyrics]
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
Bitch, I'm back out of prison
Fuckin with this rap
Cause this rap shit easy
Hooked up with Weezy
Niggas didn't believe me
I'm not a fuckin actor
But they see me on the TV
I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy
We got numbers, and it's good, boy
Got them birds to Georgia
Comin through the water
It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order
Thirty-six, grams, fish scales
Thousand and Eight grams, nigga, you failed
I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you
I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew
(Young Money)
Me and them, that's Young Money
We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy
Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around
For me to hold it down
For my seventeenth round
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!
Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards
I'm cannibal riding in that Phantom, hoe
Them niggas is cowards, hoe
The Applestreet animal
But the food ain't flammable
I'm from the hood, where young niggas gamble
Yo you niggas sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe
See every day, I wake up
And know it's more shit
Niggas say my flow sick, I be like, no shit
The feds pull up, askin questions
I don't know shit
I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G
Like Carl Thomas
The type of niggas that'll play with
Your ass on the Palm Pilots
Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers
I did a million times
See I could merk ya with a
Million rhymes a million times
See, I got money, I could buy you bastards
That's why I got more hoes
Than a Buyou classic
Like Eighty degrese when I
Tell a bitch please
Raise up off my N-U Ts cause
You gets none of these at ease
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
Bitch, I'm back out of prison
Fuckin with this rap
Cause this rap shit easy
Hooked up with Weezy
Niggas didn't believe me
I'm not a fuckin actor
But they see me on the TV
I'm with my man, boy, we in the hood, boy
We got numbers, and it's good, boy
Got them birds to Georgia
Comin through the water
It's sixteen-five if you wanna place an order
Thirty-six, grams, fish scales
Thousand and Eight grams, nigga, you failed
I'm a hustler, what are the fuck you
I'm getting money, me, and my whole crew
(Young Money)
Me and them, that's Young Money
We got old money, if you ain't know, dummy
Bitch, it's my turn, and it's the time around
For me to hold it down
For my seventeenth round
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine!
Hollygrove's Hannibal, you cowards
I'm cannibal riding in that Phantom, hoe
Them niggas is cowards, hoe
The Applestreet animal
But the food ain't flammable
I'm from the hood, where young niggas gamble
Yo you niggas sweet like fruit, Cantaloupe
See every day, I wake up
And know it's more shit
Niggas say my flow sick, I be like, no shit
The feds pull up, askin questions
I don't know shit
I got alzheimer's, I'm an emotional G
Like Carl Thomas
The type of niggas that'll play with
Your ass on the Palm Pilots
Tryna go gold, just like the 49ers
I did a million times
See I could merk ya with a
Million rhymes a million times
See, I got money, I could buy you bastards
That's why I got more hoes
Than a Buyou classic
Like Eighty degrese when I
Tell a bitch please
Raise up off my N-U Ts cause
You gets none of these at ease
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch
I got my hood in this bitch