The Hood

Song The Hood
Artist Lil Scrappy
Album The King of Crunk & BME Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy

Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to welcome you to the life and times of trillville.
Now ill be your guide on this here journey.
Its ya boy
Lil' Jon check'n in.
And first up, im'a let my ************
Dirtymouth holla at ya. [Dirtymouth:]
We can take it to the streets ************ if ya got beef.
Cause ain't no ho in me im'a knock out ya teeth.
While you fake ass ************ keep talkin ************t, i'm in your damn house with your girl on my ************.
I'm the realest motha ************a when it comes to makein hits, so shut the ************ up fore i bust ya in your lip.
The street lights on, so you best to go home, its gettin late for ya as i ************ne up the chrome.
Aiming at ya dome buck shots rang im deep off in the game when the ************ bide his pain.
Niiga ************ the fame im'a roll and gets the dough, my name ain't doughboy so dont be tryin me like a ho.
I'm not your average joe that ya see every day, i rob, steal, and kill just to get my ass paid.
I ************ne like a blade, on the old school.
A ************ act a fool if a ************ break a rule.
For real [Lil Jon:]
Dirtymouth spittin' at ya *********** and ************s.
Expecially talkin to you fake ************s out there.
Youknow, real reconize real.
And fake ************s always wanna hate an ************t.
You haten ************s we gonna find ya.
We gonna seek ya out.
Holla at em'
Don P. [Don:]
I know for a fact you ain't ready for the streets.
You suckas rain on this concrete.
You fall to the ground just a splat to my feet.
You sound wrong ************, go home, you cant compete.
They try to be elite, they watch
T.V. They try to imitate, and thats what make em' fake.
Cause the hood ain't actin, ************s start relaxin'.
Thinkin' they can live in this world without packin'.
Shop at Janet
Jackson, ************s still laughin, at how we broke it down, like a motha *********** fraction.
Two trasaction, and wasnt no body askin, until you ran your mouth like a motha *********** ************.
And ain't no variations.
************s still haten, but i guess i hate too because i hate the music they creatin'.
Ho's that they savin, bands that they maken.
Whoever else that like em, so i hate their fan bases.
Yeah! [Lil' Jon:]
Ya see a ************ like me, i've be all around the motha *********** world, all over the place, all over this ************.
And you notice haten ************s everywhere you motha *********** go.
Theres fake ************ everywhere you motha *********** go.
But you know what, them fake ************s make the real ************s that much more stronger.
Tell em' L.
A. [L.A.:]
Look, you ain't ready for the streets.
And you claim to be hard, but you weak.
A Bad ************ and you sweat at you beat.
The only thing you probably touch, was her feet.
You beat your meat.
Now, picture me im servin.
Get ya ass up to block, it ain't workin'.
You dont want a trill ************, you close your curtians, you need to take your ass home, and thats for certian.
Gimme the ************, hard like a ************ ready to ************.
You ain't take a ************t, we gonna bust a nut.
With the steal, some ************s do it for a meal.
If times get hard then you gearin up your grill.
For real.
The hood man, where a ************ live, and i aint trippin man cause thats all i have to give.
************t, and maybe your ************ is stronger, and i get it, thats the reason what a ************ stay ballin. [Lil' Jon:]
Hey, and ain't no ************s ever gonna stop my paper, never that.
Never ************, you know what i mean?
I'm out here on my motha *********** hustle everyday.
But i ain't sellin ****, but im sellin these beats and ************t.
Rhymes and all this bull************t.
I'm sellin this cruck energy drink.
And im sellin all kinds of ************t, ************ im sellin
CDs, DVDs, whatever you need.
And my ************s
Trillville, they always gonna get it motha *********** real.