Aye man, muthafucka just told me to pull my pants up homie
Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthafucka
And told him I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and this how shit go
I let my pants hang low
So you better not play with my dough
'Cause if you do, four, four
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga
I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppas
You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't want no problems
If you sweet and you know it, fuck it gone rob
Want straight yappas, fuck with no revolvers
Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer
Last two cases, bought four charges
In the hood couple rules that you must follow
If you don't then slugs be in your body
Want my paper, get my shawty
Hustle all day, try to ride big body
Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage
Will I still fuck'a, I don't know, yeah prolly
Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shawty
Who I hang with the most prolly my forty
Been labeled a goon that's what the hood call me
Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and this how shit go
I let my pants hang low
So you better not play with my dough
'Cause if you do, four, four
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
Say I'm too hood, I might be
Don't give a damn what you think about me
Say I'ma goon, that's me
Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga
This where you find the most snitches and most guns
Go four little partners right now, on the run
Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned
Guns stay swole every first of the month
If you ain't got five, you better not stunt
Hood cut throat, can't even front
Bentley alright, get more attention than the door
No shirt, pants saggin' with big charm
If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt
Geeked in this trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin, tryna find what they want
Ball last night, four g's what I spun
Before you fuckin' wit me better take his lunch
'Cause, if you get behind me then I'm gon' punch
554's under the hood, will run
'Cause I'm from the hood and this is how it's done
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and this how shit go
I let my pants hang low
So you better not play with my dough
'Cause if you do, four, four
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants hang low
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
Say I'm too hood, I might be
Don't give a damn what you think about me
Say I'ma goon, that's me
Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
You're now listenin' to ghetto music
And it's being supplied to you by the realest in charge
Plies and the dude Freggy Fresh, yeah
Goodnight y'all

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