Where The Hood At? Lyrics
Album: Playlist Your Way-2
Aiyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin' mind,
Thinkin' dog can't pull another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat.
Nigga, I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin' sleeves, you bitch ass niggaz.
Fuck is y'all niggaz...
Y'all niggaz just thinkin' I'm sittin' around doin' nothin'?
Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious?
[Chorus x 2]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggaz actin up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that.
Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be,
Fuckin' with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X.
Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the same sex.
I show no love, to homo thugs.
Empty out, reloaded, and throw more slugs.
How you gonna explain fuckin' a man?
Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin' ya hand.
I don't buck with chumps, for those to been to jail.
That's the cat with the kool-aid on his lips, and pumps.
I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads.
Only know how to be one way, that's the dog.
I know how to get down, know how to bite.
Bark very little, but I know how to fight.
I know how to chase a cat up in the tree,
Man, I give y'all niggaz the b'iness for fuckin' wit' me, is you crazy?
Once a song, I come though, guns is drawn;
Blam, blam, lungs are gone, sons will mourn.
From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog.
On the street, passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue.
Don't play with these cats 'cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats.
For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats.
'Cause I know niggaz is hardheaded, but I ain't got the patience.
Don't want me havin' no patience turn into more patience.
More trips to I-C-U, 'cause I see you
Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do.
Where my dogs at? (Right here!) See them niggaz? (Right where?)
Get 'em boy! (Right there!) That's how we do... (Aiight then!)
This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs;
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog.)
From then till now, don't ask me how.
Know that we gon' roll like them niggaz, and hit every block on the job
I get tapes doin' times, stomp niggaz like grapes makin' wine.
Five CD's with mad rhymes.
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin'.
You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin', stop niggaz from tryin'?
'Cause I ain't really got that time to waste,
And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face.
Lookin' atchu in your grill, I might be nice to cut.
Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt.
Yeah, you right, I know ya style - pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it.
Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it.
Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me?
Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein' shit clearly.
Never heard that D be runnin', 'cause D be gunnin'.
I beat my dick, and bust off in ya eye, so you can see me cummin'.
Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind,
And if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine.
Where the fuckin' hood at? (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
No ones' fuckin' with me, nigga, fo' real. (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
I am the hood, I am the streets... (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
You bitch-ass nigga. (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
Take it how you want, motherfucker. (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
I'm in the hood, all day. (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
I think I'm like the only nigga, dog... (It's all good, the dog is the hood.)
That can go to the projects... (School street, home of the brave.)
By his fuckin' self, and be good.
Yeah nigga, ask niggaz on Y.O. (My projects, Y.O.)
When the last time they seen dog? (Not too long ago, baby.)
Dee, waah, ugh... (Y'all niggaz is homeless.)
Kato... (Where the hood at?)