Yeah.. YEAH.. YEAH!
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Lil' Tyrone tired of gettin
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his ass whipped,
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so he holdin that gat down
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His momma think it's my fault,
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cause he listened to Back Down
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Bobby was a fuckin bum,
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he pumping placks now
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He keeps some fresh kicks,
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white T's and fitted hats now
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Uncle Rock the wino,
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he won't put the 'gnac down
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Eric had a jump shot,
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but he's smokin crack now
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The Lunatics, the Lost Boyz,
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Cheeks' shit is whack now
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Country blew trial, them
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crackers got him
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on his back now And Sean
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runnin round with his fuckin
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gat now
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Up in niggaz cribs, sayin
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where that money at pal?
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Now Sandra from BK
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I seen her out in Houston
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That bitch travelled the world
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she runnin round boostin
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Now Toya got these bad ass
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kids, they a nuisance
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Her baby daddies never come
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around, they useless
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Every now and then I come
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through on some new shit
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Pearly white 6 and
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some chrome deuce deuces
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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Love me for bein me
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cause I can't change it
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Can't rearrange it,
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I am what I am
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So love me for bein me
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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Love me for bein me
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cause I can't change it
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Can't rearrange it,
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I am what I am
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So love me for bein me
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When I was six man,
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momma told me
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God don't like ugly
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I fell, scraped my face, and
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thought God must don't love me
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See Owen every mornin before
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school, he sell dope
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Niggaz keep whuppin Nut ass
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cause he sell soap
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Charlie be beggin all the time,
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he stay broke
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Flip be down on
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1 0 9, rollin up smoke
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Shameek, he a thief, catch a
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stunt in a stolen car
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He that nigga that you call
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when you crashin into a bar
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Say they love me cause I rap
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now, but they don't like me
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I been locked up
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three times and they ain't
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write Stevie a punk,
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but fuck what he say
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he can get mean quick
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Pop shots at you,
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He said I suck a mean dick
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The block's hot,
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D's jump out on us
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almost all the time
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They watch us from the buildin
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but niggaz still be
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on the grind
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Wayne used to call the cops
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and tell them G had a 9
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'Til G put that gun under that
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seat and said it wasn't mine
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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Love me for bein me
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cause I can't change it
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Can't rearrange it,
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I am what I am
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So love me for bein me
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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I'm so hood I can't help it
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Love me for bein me
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cause I can't change it
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Can't rearrange it,
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I am what I am
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Love me for bein me
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I'm So Hood
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G Unit |