- Camron My Hood 歌詞
- Camron
- You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
Thats what makes me nigga, and thats just the way it is nigga
uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...
[verse one]
Where im from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion money
Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day youll play me on
Flip water, nuttin like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin, might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me ill go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, its da hood for ya
[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin ...
yo yo yo
[verse two]
Now its gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin, blue n red rags we braggin
Look out yall, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
Nigga wanna front, Killer give em what they want
Roll em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat hoe heat low kill slow likemosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin to get out of em
Gotta leave fore they see Cam fold
Where they dont speak Englas or Espaniol, no
Where i go they dont spit that rap, they say
'Ching chang maka halia'
Yeah, shit like that!
Get my gat, click my clack
Cams killin this, i write for niggas
Am i a vantriloquiste?
Ya feelin this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this
[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin...
yo yo yo...
[verse three]
Cats wanna talk shit, i dont throw back trash at em
I come thru in a drop top, laugh at em
Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at em
Cats fire when im walkin by like JFK junior, yall talkin fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i dont run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop , rag mop, access with a laptop
One of the have-nots to brick money
Then i came thru in the six yummy
Ya whole click sick tummy
But be carefull, out in this game
Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin wires
But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry
Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed
[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin nothin nothin...
[repeat x2]
[outro]
Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood
Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside
My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami
Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough
Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali
Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty
We love yall, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!
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