Текст песни In My Hood

One, two, buckle that fool
He's fucking with me, if he's fucking with you
Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got 2 44's so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm gabbing the mic
They bought me a used dirt bike
A year later it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us, punk ass officers
Mad cause my closet full of guns and nauticas
Rocking up duckies, for fiends and junkies
Got more cheese that Chuckie's, and get my weed from uglies
It's all lovely, just bought a pitbull puppy
That's guaranteed to make me a shit full of money
Man I just couldn't study, in school I was nervous
So I left, I can't even write in cursive.

[Chorus]
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere

And I'm going live, liver than the rest
I told my mom while I'm locked take it as a test
Up in Garza West, smoking on a skinny square
Three more and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be tripping cause now they say my daughter rap
7 years old (I'm 8 now dad), thay say she real cold
She my motherfucking life, for real dow
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is I don't know but your boy breathing
They didn't kill me so now them hoes gotta feel meSouth Park Mexican - In My Hood - http://ru.motolyrics.com/south-park-mexican/in-my-hood-lyrics.html
I been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby
Last ten years, been a cold jungle
In the streets selling dope to my own uncle
Born thug they gonna hate me till I'm bagged up
I'm my casket I'll probably still be handcuffed.

[Chorus]
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere

I come from the Slums, Southside Houston
Changed to Screwston, the day screwed moved on
And I miss 'em, wish I could hug and kiss 'em
He was asking for help, but noone would listen
Reminiscing, acting like a fool at Roxy
Jealous niggas looking but refuse to box me
I don't blame 'em dow, I would jump on stage and flow
And holla fuck the police and the radio
They can't stop me, but certainly them hoes can try
I started Dope House back when I was smoking fry
In the penn I just wish I had one made
I swear to God these hoes hate to see us paid
Just made mix-bread with roastbeef
Got my boy pulling meat out his gold teeth
On the mic I destroy any Earth-a-ling
My new song called Pussy, Weed and Burger King.

[Chorus]
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere
What do you see in my hood
I see gangsters everywhere, everywhere