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bun b - take tha hood back كلمات الأغنية

yeah n-gg-, the hood is f-cked up right now
you n-gg-z got sh-t all crossed-up
n-gg-z got the game real twisted, right now
you n-gg-z is really hustlin’ wrong
you n-gg-z got your grind wrong, mayne

i gotta watch you hoe–ss n-gg-z
it’s time for the teacher
to sit back in the front of the cl-ss, n-gg-
right over the blackboard
and teach you hoe–ss n-gg-z the rules, n-gg-

’cause ain’t n-body showin? you n-gg-z
how to get money the right way
if you gon’ get money, b-tch
’cause you gon’ f-ck everybody money up on the real

now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind
a lot of n-gg-z hustlin’ backwards, need to press rewind
there’s some n-gg-z playin’ dirty pool, bad cali bandits
they crossin’ up the trill and man, ya boy just can’t stand it

motherf-ckers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
these boys is givin’ the wrong n-gg-z out here respect
break ya neck to f-ck wit a n-gg- that compromise yo? hood
yo? doin’ sh-t you know it cool until the good

got kids movin’ work, hustlin’ by the school
using youngsters, they hits states, this whole sh-t on the cool
matter? fact, f-ck the cool, you n-gg-z need to hear me
breakin’ bread with certified snitches, don’t come near me

you n-gg-z givin’ these canaries all these p-sses
f-ck gettin’ dough wit a snitch, get in they -sses
i’m teachin’ cl-sses, dope slangin? 101
these hoe–ss n-gg-z don’t want none of bun
i’m takin’ the hood back

n-gg-z gettin’ knocked goin’ fed and six months ya back?
off with his head, we takin’ the hood back
d-mn, i coulda swore they gave ya -ss ten flat
now you’re home, somethin’ wrong, we takin’ the hood back

you liar, aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h-ll naw, we takin’ the hood back
we in the club like it’s good, in the hood and you a rat
click clack, motherf-cker, we takin’ the hood back

i’m a g, h-ll yeah, i don’t bull
got yo? b-tch lookin’ mad while them fingaz so full
i drank hard while you n-gg-z drank bull
but the boy like diddy fed, bam got pulled

and i was taught to hold my own
picture spider lock ya down, brother burna zone, n-gg-
h-ll yeah, i’m bout dat, shirt slacks all black
come through sunny side and leave yo’ house flat

yeah, i grind for the paper, f-ck small towns, go major
f-ck a cell phones, goin’ pagers
it’s young low frazier, shoot good with no lasers
and every shot hit, i don’t throw no grazer

some killa talk, n-gg- and real talk n-gg-
middlefingaz’ a ridah, whoever killed off, n-gg-
and i put that on pat, screw and steve
young low b-tch, i clap you and leave, hoe
we takin’ the hood back

you liar, aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h-ll naw, we takin’ the hood back
we in the club like it’s good, in the hood and you a rat
click clack, motherf-cker, we takin’ the hood back

a thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo? -ss right
you smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo? -ss life
from out here in these trenches
ain’t no f-ckn’ love or second chance
small-time offender, lose yo? -ss, you get enhanced

speak not, keep yo’ mouth shut, investigate the whole place
make ’em think it’s cool, follow that n-gg- round the whole day
the game ain’t the same at all, changed for the worst
n-gg- got the less time? cause he came wit it first

see i disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly g’s
no more glock sh-t, rock sh-t, strictly ki? s
i gets my paper, i was taught by older n-gg-z
cold blooded killas, dope dealers, sodom n-gg-z

i’m alert, i’m aware, i’m focused, i’m on top of sh-t
i show you how to stop that b-tch
get ig’nant wit this choppa b-tch
tomorrow ain’t promised, snitch today, die tonight
we know your spot, me and my n-gg-z gon’ ride tonight

you liar, aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h-ll naw, we takin’ the hood back
we in the club like it’s good, in the hood and you a rat
click clack, motherf-cker, we takin’ the hood back

i’m takin? back the streets, thang on the c
on parole but i’m cold wit the heat
candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop crawler
b-tches tryna steal my d-ck, i ain’t? bout to call her

there’s a lotta n-gg-z rappin?, playin’ games
i don’t see none of the sh-t that you name
where the car at? where the bread at?
where the girl you say that got that ‘five head’ at?

where the rocks at? where the glocks at?
in yo’ mind and on the mic, the only place it’s at
that’s my lifestyle you rappin’ ’bout
i’m havin’ everythin? you p-ssy n-gg-z yappin’ ’bout

when you see some cocaine
you say you got it, n-gg-, bring me ten thangs
he gotta call his connect and sh-t
and he ain’t got you co-na-vict n-gg-, i’m takin’ my hood back

you liar, aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h-ll naw, we takin’ the hood back
we in the club like it’s good, in the hood and you a rat
click clack, motherf-cker, we takin’ the hood back

- bun b

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