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Traxamillion - Текст песни From The Hood
I came up on block with fades in the cut
(Trax, nigga this slap cuz, you know we fuck wit it)
I came up on block with fades in the cut
[Chorus:]
Im from the hood (from the hood)
Where its good (where its good)
Swisher Sweer, Optimo, Backwood (Backwood)
Got purp (Got purp)
Got grillz (got grillz)
In a scraper wit the big shiny wheels (shiny wheels)
Black Ts (Black Ts)
Twenty threes (Twenty threes)
Throw my hood up in the air: Juicy
Got pills, got drink,
Ima hug this block till I caint
This is how it sound if pure crack had a soundtrack
Hustla, Hustla, jack tracks while the dubs slap
Listen how my, listen how my, look at how my bass slap
Hate that ASAP
Lay flat when they caint clap
You could see your face in my bling
Twenty four inch no cut no scrape
Getting pap till I fade
I love to hear that bass,
They want to see the mob
Funky fresh in the place
Do it crunker on them chains
Take a swig of that priv, its goin down
Yo girlfriend at the crib, she goin down
Hop in the seven-oh and go around
In the circle sideways up the block clownin
Bitch niggaz we doubting cuz we dont give a fuck
You put your faith in sluts man you aint seen enough
You put your face in sluts man you aint real as us
I came up on block with fades in the cut
[Chorus]
Where you wanna go, (huh?)
What you wanna do? (huh?)
We can talk it out,
Or nigga we can shoot.
You think its cute,
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All that slick shit, bitch you better talk right
I hug the block nigga all day and all night
My weed is all purple, my crack is all white
Some niggas poppin pills, some niggas takin tonys,
Some niggas really real, some niggas really phony,
Im on your helmet homie,
Melt it like its grilled cheese,
Police on the high speed
Real niggas never freeze
Cop keys goin roca for roca
Go to war back and forth,
Losing soldier for soldier
So every real nigga need protection,
A playa raw, like the grocery store meat section (meat section)
Want me to lighten up?
Or tempt these brighten chucks?
Go through Taliban style
And you getting tightened up
[Chorus]
Look nigga, Im always here
You talk under yo breath but I always hear
Take yo air with the five zero life aint fair
Lil cuz in the pen doin life up there
He need money on his books, I send yo wife up there
Locked down in the house, doin life out, yeah
Nigga, we aint never scared, we aint never cared
We eat your food with full stomachs,
We aint never shared
[Chorus]
For my niggas in the club (ay)
Bout to ride out (ay)
We dont give a fuck,
Well stomp yo car out
If a ripper want to stunt,
And willina wild out,
We dont give a fuck,
Well stomp you car out
For my niggas in the club (ay)
Bout to ride out (ay)
We dont give a fuck,
Well stomp yo car out
If a ripper want to stunt,
And willina wild out,
We dont give a fuck,
Well stomp you car out