Anotha Day In Tha Hood 8Ball & MJG
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[Intro]
Yeah, another day in the hood, fool
In the hood, just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
8Ball the Fat Mack must express
While a nigga's gettin' zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin' back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad, I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to work hard 'cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only sixteen, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin' furious 'cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the streetsweepers
Back in the days sellin' herbs on Lamar Cove
Me and Squeaky doin' citywide talent shows
Gettin' dissed, gettin' pissed 'cause of this shit
'Cause it's so hard in this motherfuckin' business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin' Thunderbird, slingin' rocks
They in my hands 'cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I can't sell dope, rappin' is the way, G
And this is just another day around the homies
Yeah, another day in the hood, fool
In the hood, just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
8Ball the Fat Mack must express
While a nigga's gettin' zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin' back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad, I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to work hard 'cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only sixteen, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin' furious 'cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my niggas with the streetsweepers
Back in the days sellin' herbs on Lamar Cove
Me and Squeaky doin' citywide talent shows
Gettin' dissed, gettin' pissed 'cause of this shit
'Cause it's so hard in this motherfuckin' business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin' Thunderbird, slingin' rocks
They in my hands 'cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I can't sell dope, rappin' is the way, G
And this is just another day around the homies
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