| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| The streets love Jeezy and I love 'em back | |
| And if I still had the work, | |
| I frontcha sack, hey | |
| It's all gravy, | |
| still reaching wit my words | |
| And make 'em feel good | |
| like the first and the third | |
| Take you back when | |
| I was sixteen, wit a bankroll | |
| Posted on a corner like a light pole | |
| They used to call us track stars | |
| Before they even stopped, | |
| we ran to dem cars | |
| And everybody on the | |
| block got the same agenda | |
| Hustle from January 'til | |
| the end of December | |
| Wasn't smokin' purple, | |
| then it was more like Bobby Brown | |
| On that hen dog straight, | |
| got a nigga drinking brown | |
| You, you, 7/11, | |
| nigga you know | |
| You know 10 to 4, shake 'em up, | |
| talk shit, get my drink and let 'em go | |
| Even when I'm on the road, | |
| the gangstas stay in touch | |
| Why the fuck you think they love me so much | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| I'm talking summertime cookouts | |
| and wintertime flights | |
| It ain't nothing, | |
| we hearing shots all night | |
| Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run | |
| White boys jump out, | |
| running wit they guns, 5-0, 5-0 | |
| Ford Taurus leave, | |
| everybody came back, hey | |
| Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack | |
| Real recognize, | |
| real I suppose | |
| I guess that's why the | |
| gangstas be at all my shows | |
| Got the deal, | |
| nothing changed but my clothes | |
| Still catch me in the jects, | |
| fuckin' wit dem hoes, projects | |
| Like coo-coo cal | |
| Lord, I wish mad Lou could see me now | |
| Wish gold mouth was home, | |
| mailman was free | |
| A lot of niggaz crossing over, | |
| no dog, no, not me | |
| Close to ever been in the commercials, | |
| when I watch TV | |
| And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| Ford Taurus pull up, | |
| everybody run | |
| White boys jump out, | |
| running wit they guns | |
| Ford Taurus leave, | |
| everybody came back, hey | |
| Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood, | |
| I do it for the hood | |
| Every time I do it, | |
| I do it for my hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for yo hood | |
| And every time I do it, | |
| I do it for they hood | |
| It's understood |