Saigon - Hood Life lyrics

(Fuck all that they hit Vern last night
Man grab the fucking
Gun, man) can’t believe this shit
(Hit this nigga back, man) yo, Lizzy
(Want that nigga dead
Son) niggas hit ‘round here
Last night, man yo, king (They hit Vern
Man)

Quiet storm, militant form, I stand firm
Flat footed in a shootout
(What?) my son Vern got burned
Now my spine squirm
(Damn) damn, they pushed my man face in
God, come and sentence these
Dudes to damnation contemplate the plan
Pacing bad act and falled off
Love all our up in the law, cocked sawed-off
Went from cropping a crop to
Shop ‘til you drop
Prolly bump into him there, ya
‘cause that’s the popular spot
‘Member, ain’t a cop in the plot
If you spot him, hurry, put
A shot in his top
Come out and hop in the drop
Scaling through the mall floors
Securing all nine of ‘em
Later, for finding ‘em
I don’t see not a sign of ‘em
Plus it’s getting dark and hot niggas
Sparking pot in the parking lot
Say they see the shock a lot up top
Grab the milli grip, fill a clip to the tip
Aim for what you know to rip strictly
Head and nothing below the hip
This nondescript nigga make a thug flip
I’mma make his blood drip
Soon as the slug hit aim
For his nugget cousin
Lean over son, he drove a, drove a blue Nova
Loud motor slow up, Jehovah
Look below the decoder
It’s him him and his slim pull out
Cock the toast at him
Don’t discriminate women and, man
Pop both of them shit

And that’s how we living in this hood life
(Hood life) we do it dirty out here we
Do it so dirty out here
Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight
Don’t get caught up slipping
In this hood life

Why the police always wanna send
Me back to my hell?
Be another lost soul young, black
And in jail
Prolly rapping to the rat in my cell
Saying shit like
"Rat, them crackers ain’t had to
Do me like that"
He said, "Pssh you better hold it
I take them six years and
You could be the rodent"
I thought "Nah, get over it"
I said, "Fuck you, rat" He said
"Fuck you back!"
You ain’t getting no more potato chips
Then you flipping
I ain’t scared no more i will jump down there
And get your bucktooth ass a quit
Whipping if you keep tripping
Then I snapped out my daydream (My daydream)
Looking at the rat eating errything
(Eating errything)
I can’t see myself in state greens
(state greens)
I gotta hit the bricks, go home
And try to stay clean (Stay clean)
But the street life is sucking me up
I ain’t giving a fuck just living it up
Keep a deuce in my pocket
Keep a clip in the cut
And I put six in your gut
To get rid of your butt slut faggot

And that’s how we living in this hood life
(Hood life) we do it dirty out here we
Do it so dirty out here
Boy, you better walk with your knife tonight
Don’t get caught up slipping
In this hood life