[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery
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Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
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Known to fuck, known to suck
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Every nigga that I know done been in the guts
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But when it came to me, she wanted to front
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Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk
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She probably woulda kept talkin', if I let her
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But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure
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Then she started actin' erotic, and got excited
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Story done changed and in the pussy I'm invited
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She wanted me to tag the pussy, wax the pussy
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Go down south, hold up bitch, get the fuck out!
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(You ain't famous, bitch!) And if so, I don't give a fuck
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I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck
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Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood rat
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Only good for fuckin' and suckin' cause it's like that
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[Hook]
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Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)
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Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)
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[Verse 2 - Anybody Killa]
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Old school rhymes bring back teenage memories
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Like when I was datin' Betty and fuckin' Denise
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Or drinkin' Sisco in the park with some hoes after dark
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Play hide and go get it like a sport
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But things change, fuck Sisco, fuck the park
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We want more from the bitches wit a brand new car
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Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers
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Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars
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[Verse 3 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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Now it's a whole new day, different story
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Ran into a bitch named Tracy and her cousin Tori
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They was walkin' and they needed a ride
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Pulled up to the curb and they both got inside
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Cracked open the 4-0, then I took a sip
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Now which one of y'all bitches suckin' my dick?
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Then they knew the time, cause they down for the benefit
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Hood rat hoes, pussy always warm and wet
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[Hook]
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Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)
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Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)
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[Verse 4 - Anybody Killa]
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Every day in the neighborhood, it's a hood rat fest
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Joggin' pants and house shoes with they hair a mess
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Hoochie mamas causin' drama like a 9 to 5
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(You's my baby daddy, J!) Bitch, that kid ain't mine!
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I was strollin' to the liquor sto', one day
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Smokin' on a big fuckin', fat J
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Seen a chicken head comin', my way
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It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
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It was a good day, never had to take the 9 off safety
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Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me
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5-0 ridin' by wavin' high
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Without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky
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Today's the first time I ever seen the hood could look fine
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Get this, weedman sellin' twenties for dimes
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Oooh! perfect future in my dead crazy past
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Dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta ass!
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[Hook] -x2
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Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)
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Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)
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Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick
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Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)
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Hood Ratz (featuring Anybody Killa)
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |