TALES FROM THE HOOD 454
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[Intro]
[?] be poppin'
This ain't [?]
[?]
[Verse]
Can't believe them pussy niggas really shot Steve (Steven)
One time for my niggas in the drop tees (One time)
Out of state, I'm doing 90, had to drop speed (Speedin')
State trooper ducked off tryna clock me (Clock me)
I live my life on a cool lil' strict code (Strict code)
Stay me, never change, gotta get dough (Gotta get dough)
Classic weekend was the shit, couldn't wait to get old
Life was really harder than I thought I had to ten toe
10-4 chirp Lil Ricky off the flip phone
Nextel, walk up to the store to get my bitch something
Ain't have no money, poppa died, shit was trouble
God made it happen, kept the faith, so I ain't feel struggle
6th try made the whole shit bubble
Cracking down on the team, couldn't get to the muscle
In the kitchen everyday to make the work crumble
This life is like football, we try not to fumble
With tales of the hood from the City of Wonders
I pray that we good, all we got is each other
On the news 'nother youngin' got knocked by his brother
All this weather we under, the pressure above us
More skeletons comin', the yellow is bussin' (Yellow tape)
It's nothing, you know that
This shit pop my head like concussions
We get to the money from Monday to Sunday to Sunday to Monday
[?] be poppin'
This ain't [?]
[?]
[Verse]
Can't believe them pussy niggas really shot Steve (Steven)
One time for my niggas in the drop tees (One time)
Out of state, I'm doing 90, had to drop speed (Speedin')
State trooper ducked off tryna clock me (Clock me)
I live my life on a cool lil' strict code (Strict code)
Stay me, never change, gotta get dough (Gotta get dough)
Classic weekend was the shit, couldn't wait to get old
Life was really harder than I thought I had to ten toe
10-4 chirp Lil Ricky off the flip phone
Nextel, walk up to the store to get my bitch something
Ain't have no money, poppa died, shit was trouble
God made it happen, kept the faith, so I ain't feel struggle
6th try made the whole shit bubble
Cracking down on the team, couldn't get to the muscle
In the kitchen everyday to make the work crumble
This life is like football, we try not to fumble
With tales of the hood from the City of Wonders
I pray that we good, all we got is each other
On the news 'nother youngin' got knocked by his brother
All this weather we under, the pressure above us
More skeletons comin', the yellow is bussin' (Yellow tape)
It's nothing, you know that
This shit pop my head like concussions
We get to the money from Monday to Sunday to Sunday to Monday
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