Tha Hood Still Got Me Under
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Hey, uh
Half-Ounce in yo' mouth
Check it out
Half-Ounce in the house
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Bring your gun and your sac 'cause we under attack
Takes no chances
End with up that least circumstances
Keeps a cool composure
One time's takin' no glances
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team?
Racketeerin' all your C.R.E.A.M., havin' your worst bad dreams
Pesos for all the amigos and the sistas
How you likin' us now?
Predators gon' bow
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner
Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner
Soldiers on my left, right, ready to die
Infiltrators six-feet keeps our head to the sky
It's a cold cruel world tryin' to watch my back
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack, shit
For the paper, street dreams and all
Best be ready to hit the door when the one times call
Gots the picture, it's still for the money, son
And if you're bailin' through Compton, you better bring a gun
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack, uh
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack
I deliver my blow, it could be fatal
Get yo' ass smashed like potatoes and gravy
Maybe with some practice you can fade me
But I doubt it, picked up the Compton Times and read about it
How my crew makes the front page
In a rage, in a live concert, we blowin' blunts on stage
People swingin' on a chasity
And got the place packed to the maximum capacity
People comin' from far and near
To get a glimpse of these gangbangers, playas and pimps, check it out
When we rolls, we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair
Straight chronic smoke up in the air
So get it straight, nigga
Boom-Bam and Eiht, nigga (g-yeah)
Peeped yo' game from the start nigga, we know you fake, nigga
We gots to keep a close eye, fools under our backs
Lock the gates, sound the drums because we under attack
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack, uh
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack
Better watch out for the murder I wrote
Black super spokes, black stars and a black leather coat
On a mission, dead presidents I gots to stackin'
Enemies can't see the ya-ya in my jacket
Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.
First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me
Felony case catcher to the first degree
Like the ginger bread man, y'all can't catch me
On the run, still a nigga held no jail cells
Keeps two steps ahead, no traces for feds
Phone taps instead, on the cellular phone
Dumb as fuck 'cause they don't know the number was called
Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll y'all
Me and a little señorita on my side, the black heater
Sweeter than the rest, paid pounds at gate
Sippin' while shippin' to the U.S.A., hey
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Playa haters infiltrate us niggas, hell no
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Grabs your gun and your sac, we under attack
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, fo' sho'
Bring the yellow tape, nigga, hell no
Half-Ounce in yo'-, bitch