Hood In Yo Life E

All day music Ayy, light that shit up Aw, hold on nigga, damn. Gettin' on my iPod. Here nigga, take this lighter, nigga. Yeah, that's some bomb ass shit, ain't it nigga? Nigga, back it up, back it up All hood Ayy, where the martyrs at, nigga? Huh? It's a hood classic Kurupt Young Gotti what's crackin' nigga? I'm more than intelligent, I'm more like irrelevant I ain't nothin' that you see It's just you And me in the street It's just him and Her in the heat I don't need to watch The clock, I'm a ox I'm Hussein, Pure butane, I'm theory I'm clearly scientific It's Just another cool night in Los Angeles Might as Well go by the hood and just ride I Don't know how it is on your side I used to get high ride When we drive By, ride high as a high rise Clint Aye Syndrome, nickels pierce the sky fly Territorial, All hood breed what we need Look, Nothin' but G's in a stolen Caprice Just a Little bit of hood in your life Just a Little bit of smoke and get it right Just A little bit of hood in your life Just A little bit of smoke and get it right Let me show you what we doin' back home From the fours to the Phantoms to the thrones Just a little bit of hood in your life Just a little bit of smoke and get it Right Let me show you what we doin' back Home Yeah, fours to the Phantoms to the thrones Young semi-somatic with 'matic fullys I'm an asshole Bully, my afro wooly Young, black and strapped 'Cause when them guns clack and clap Weeny niggas Jump up and run track Run up on a Young mack with a pistol on your back I'll Put you in your back, buried up under the Map My brain in flames, burnin' up under my Cap My gang is sane, burners up in all Of our laps Slap the clip in, snap, Click, tap the trigger And pap-pap a nigga, Clap his clique and smash some dick We mix The weed with embalming fluid and hash But before You pass it, ash the tip, you ashy bastard I'm a classy, classic hood monster Jurassic with Gats made by NASA Yeah, it's 1-8 young assassins, We young and mashin' Quick to run up and Jump and blast on they punk asses Just a Little bit of hood in your life Just a Little bit of smoke and get it right Let Me show you what we doin' back home From The fours to the Phantoms to the thrones Just A little bit of hood in your life Just A little bit of smoke and get it right Let me show you what we doin' back home From the fours to the Phantoms to the thrones Yeah, it's Young Sco and Young Gotti Philly Philly Westside, gun low Chillin' and wheelin' the big body Chest fry, huffin' and puffin' the cigs To the Wig, I stuffed it with a couple twigs of The chronic Young nigga livin' violent Milly Milly On my side with snub noses 'Cause real killers Move silent For dirt cheap, you can lay in A dirt heap And stay permanently sleep, Eternally at peace, yeah All about the cauliflower, Servin' heat and servin' chowder Shit be poppin' Every minute, shit be crackin' every hour I got Me a nickel stash, cock back, fire, flash This Is the beginnin' Give me a Newport, Nigga, 'fore I slap your bitch And show you Motherfuckers who you fuckin' with I'm Kurupt, Motherfucker, I'm almost psychic And I don't cuss to Sell records, bitch, I like it You need, You need Just a little bit of hood in Your life Just a little bit of smoke and Get it right Let me show you what we Doin' back home From the fours to the Phantoms To the thrones Just a little bit of hood In your life Just a little bit of smoke And get it right Let me show you what We doin' back home From the fours to the Phantoms to the thrones