Pants Hang Low Plies (Ft. Mannie Fresh)

[Intro: Plies & Mannie Fresh]
Heh, hey man~!
A motherfucker just told me to pull my pants up homey (what?)
I went up to that motherfucker told him
Man I'm from the hood and that's how shit go!

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low)
I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood)
I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low)
So you better not play with my dough
Cause if you do... fo'-fo' (fo'-fo')
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low)
I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga!

[Verse 1: Plies]
I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppers
You ain't 'bout that life, you don't want no problems
If you sweet and you know it, fuck it gon' rob ya
Want straight yoppers, fuck with no revolvers
Real street nigga need a real good lawyer
Last two cases, bought fo' charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must follow
If you don't then slugs enter yo' body
Want my paper, get my shorty
Hustle all day, try to ride big body
Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage
Will I still fuck her, I don't know yeah probably
Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shorty
Who I hang with the most, prolly my forty
Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me
Stay in the hood 'til I die homie, that's regardless