Cuba Gooding 1100 Himself

‘Leven Hunnid
Yeah
Thirteen humid my cousin man, fuck wit me
Aye

I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
Nigga, you think you Cuba Gooding
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
Nigga, you think you Cuba Gooding
His patna fuck around, got popped, now he think he a shooter
His pops seen him with the Glock like, “Put it down junior”
And Im’a address them niggas hatin’, ain’t got around to it
In Funktown we still lookin’ for that brown Buick
And Ion wanna do no song cause you make clown music
This that shit, you hit the E-way, blow a pound to it
She said papi I ain’t no black, a sexy brown cuban
And then I told her turn around and fucked her like she stupid
They put ‘yo ass up on the shelf, nigga, yo’ album blew it
And Ion want to mushrooms if they ain’t turning’ blueish
Nigga I smell like Gucci Guilty, my sneakers say Louis
I pop a bar up on the flight, now we on to St. Louis
On my momma
Huh, this shit all off the dome
I ain’t done yet neither, hold on
Huh
Nigga you sure you want this jersey like a fucking guido
I give a fuck about no hoe just like that nigga D-Lo
I mean she might not fuck with ‘Lev but she ‘gon fuck with E-Bow
I know dee oops and [?] bitch I feel like P-Lo
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
Nigga, you think you Cuba Gooding
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
Nigga, you think you Cuba Gooding