I'm amazing, I'm crazy the hood hood dun made me feel like my my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", Its the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my my heart turn cold I stay "G'd Up", I'm a gangsta ya find out for sure if you ever step on

Does it hurt Every time you walk in in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my my shack Goring my my manhood turns a man off. Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash! I got my my diddly spayed She laughs about it. Shrinking inflections if the wind blows

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my my Daddy's knee My My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

You change all the lead And if the snow buries my, my neighborhood. And if my my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my my window to yours, Yeah, a tunnel from my my window to yours. You climb out the chimney, And meet me in in the middle, the middle of

Big bank take lil' bank, bank Type of money you gon' need a safe Type of money you gon' need a bank From the hood hood, this type of money make you stay awake Type of money she gon' let you put it in in her face Big bank take lil' bank My My bitch drive a all white

This used to be the place we ran to This used to be my my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to Whenever I was in in need Of a friend Why did it have to end And why do they always say This used to be my my playground (used to be) This used to be our

Back it up for me Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava Hey gal, beg you listen to my my offa This a nuh sumn for your smile offa Hoodcelebrityy

(In In my hood hood) Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane Five heartbeats left My My homie off of Eddie Road He thinks he a damn chef Everybody schemed out Don’t nobody wanna work I was with him last week Now I got his name on my my damn shirt (in in my hood hood)

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my my whole hood hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick