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hot boys - up in the hood كلمات الأغنية

[lil’ wayne]
huh, h.b. n-gga, listen – from up under the bottom of the streets of hollygrove
it’s young carter – f-ck wit’ me and i fix mo’ wigs than a beauty parlor
and due ta all the controvery that circles my clique
i’m liable ta cl!ck out at any time and murder a b-tch
i’ve murda within the game and get deeper it stays follow
deny me and get hit wit’ my ak’s hollows
i blaze glock foes at ‘cha dome paco
i let one shot go and watch hot sauce leak out ‘cho taco
head for the border, don’t die when i’m there for the cause
thug life ‘cuz i live it, bary me in t-shirt – jeans and tennis and f-ck my b-tches
and y’all can trust my n-ggas – while i’m here, i’m a living legacy
and i gatta eat like a b-tch when in pregnancy, definately
ain’t no ho can get the best of me
and ain’t no facilty in this world that can correct me
i’m wild and untamed, i just get more work from baby and i power them thangs
you muh’f-ckas don’t want problem wit’ wayne huh

(hook 2x – [lac])
catch me steppin’ in my soldeirs when i’m up in the hood
catch me steppin’ in the mud when i’m up in the hood
catch me hustlin’ on the block when i’m up in the hood
catch me clutchin’ on my glock when i’m up in the hood

[b.g.]
beef wit’ me – your life is what it’d a cost ya
i will catch you slippin’ do you something pretty awful
split you from your lip ta the back of ya neck n-gga
knock ya navel out ya back, spinal cawd out ‘cho chest n-gga
make sure you have no pulse or heartbeat
surronded by yellow tape and under a white sheet
i joke, but i don’t play – i laugh, but i don’t clown
i pull out, jump out, run up, and spray ya down
now +that is how i get down+
and when i spit, i spit nothing less, than 50 rounds
i’m the last, you wanna have problems with
i can’t catch ya, i indulge ya mom and ’em
i’m low down like dat, i’mma guerilla, ya dig
i’m from uptown, raised round all k!llaz ya dig
so get it right, or get your life taken away
play wit’ geezy get a ‘k n-gga stuck in ya face

(hook 2x – [lac])

[juvenile]
lil’ daddy come here, let me put ‘chu up on game
it’s election time, that’s why itza drought of cocaine
see what im sayin’ – they all got they hand in
and play the background ta use n-ggas ta stand in
so we all be like f-ck it, we ain’t got no gigs
and fussin’ ain’t gon feed and house no kids
if you was eating you wouldn’t have a reason ta thug
but we was starving, so the whole hood was hustling drugs
i remember new year’s eve when the light’s went out
all the food sproil – we didn’t have a bite in the house
so i did what i had ta do – between me and you
lil’ n-gga i pull it off – and no one ever knew
had money ta get some groceries – clothes and whatever
then asked the lord not ta let the devil get close ta me never
some people it ain’t fa, so i accept my l!ck
i ain’t checking ya – i want ya ta respect my sh-t

(hook 2x – [lac])

[turk]
i tote the chopper with 50 and i won’t hesitate ta use it
i clear the whole block when i come through shooting
no picks, no chosers – any n-gga could get it
don’t care if you big or small – i still leave ya sh-tted
i’m from the projects so y’kno i’m cuthroat
a soulja out that ‘nolia want beef – lets go
n-gga i’m +bout whatever+ i’m tired a telling ya that
play with me if ya want, get ya f-cking head cracked
don’t make me dress in black – you don’t wanna do that
cuz i don’t tote one mag – i tote two mags
quik ta leave ya flat on ya mothaf-cking back
put a hole in ya head and a hole in ya chest
n-gga thats how it happen ta ya when ya disrespecting
have ya mom on tha front level dressed in all black
i’mma k!ller n-gga – a untamed guerilla n-gga
lil’ turk from uptown quik ta steal a n-gga

(hook 4x – [lac])

(outro – [turk])
(ha! ha!) hot boys in yo hood n-gga, and we up ta no good n-gga
lil’ turk n-gga – b.g. n-gga – juvenile n-gga – weezy n-gga
baby n-gga – mannie fresh n-gga – sugar slim n-gga
how u luv that? ha! ha! ha! ha! – respect it n-gga

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