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lil hood - k-town anthem كلمات الأغنية

young roc on the beat

[intro: lil hood]

i ran into this n-gga and he said he ain’t heard ’bout where i’m from
i said, “k!lleen, texas, 2-5-4, n-gga, is you dumb?”
he said, “oh yeah, i heard about y’all, green city and c stone”
and said, “yea that’s them, but we the grip boyz and don’t you ever forget about lone”
he said, “grip boyz? i ain’t never heard of y’all is y’all sure y’all from that town?”
i said, “oh yea, we gets no radio play because we talk about what’s really going down.”
he said, “like what?”
“the k!lling.”
“and what?”
“the drugs.”
“and what?”
“them gangstas and them muth f-ckin thugs.”

[hook: lil hood]

yeah, this how it go down in the k
it’s the hood it ain’t all about the military base (yeeeaaah)
and you can get k!lled in the k
it don’t matter where you live, it don’t matter where you stay (yeeeaaah)
i f-ck with some n-ggas in the 4-1 (yeeeaaah)
i f-ck with some n-ggas in the 4-3 (yeeeaaah)
i f-ck with some n-ggas in the 4-9 (yeeeaaah)
that’s right, that’s right, n-gga k town

[verse 1: lil’ hood]

now what you wanna do n-gga?
you wanna bang or box?
because my gun got a dangerous shot
n-gga it’s your choice
you ain’t got no choice but to catch the gr-ss when my n-ggas bout to bang the glock
this ol’ snitching -ss n-gga probably hang with cops
ima hit you even if you wanna bang or not
we be deep, but i probably be the man to pop
and how you hustle when you never ever slang the rock?
and you can’t spell k!lleen without the word k!ll
now get one the ground m-th- f-cka you know the drill
and don’t make a sound m-th- f-cka, you know we real
we know you a clown m-th- f-cka, that’s how you feel
a gorilla, no king kong
this the theme song
i be puttin’ n-ggas to sleep
so let them dream on
n-gga, i ain’t no punk, i ain’t a little n-gga
don’t let your mouth and your tongue get you k!lled n-gga
i’m a m-th- f-ckin monster, beast, they don let me off the leash
if you run, then you die
did you get that, capeesh?
i got a lotta guns, i ain’t scared of the streets
it’s the wild wild west i ain’t scared of the heat
i ain’t scared of the hood, i ain’t scared of the beef, i ain’t scared of ya captain, i ain’t scared of ya chief
it’s b-o-g-a-r to the d
go home til i d-i-e, that’s me, leggo

[hook]

[verse 2: monk]

welcome to my hood where the young n-ggas wild and they really don’t give no f-cks (weesssst siiiide)
so here in the soufwest better open yo eyes and put yo pistols up (su-wuuuuuuuu)
and i ain’t talkin bout a tree when i say my n-ggas’ll stick you up (h-ll naw)
drop dead, n-gga, pick him up (yea, yea)
use him as target, fill him up
don’t stop, overk!ll (overk!ll)
blood gang, i’m so for real (5-9)
5-9 west side, piru
you better respect it or catch the steel (catch it)
lil’ monk represent that k!lleen (k!lleen)
lean in my cup, can’t let nothing spill (nope)
n-gga got a problem, meet me in the field
my fist just tryin to have a meetin’ with ya grill (hahaha)
don’t think he gon’ bust (yup)
put that on my set i will (5-9)
let a hole in ya the size of a ferris wheel (god d-mn)
this is true story (yup)
b-tch, no fairy tale (no fairy tale)
eyeball fake n-ggas, i don’t need a scale (no scale)

[hook]

[verse 3: j.p. tha pyrexican]

j.p. a [?]
i come from slim 4-1, give him a gun (yeeeaaa)
if a n-gga want beef, give him a drum
this is my hood and you should not come (not come)
what they know ‘bout the e-v-i-l (yea)
[?], the digital scale
the frigid will tell we [?] the frail (hugh)
and come down on the block like the fury of h-ll (yuh)
and i ain’t trippin’ when it comes to the plex (nope)
black tee in a size 6-x (yeeaa)
got a shooter on the east, got a shooter on the west
that’s one for the right, that’s one for the left (left)
and it’s rise of the wetback (yea)
in the kitchen, n-gga, whippin’ up a fresh batch (ok)
in the studio spittin’ on the crack rap
4-1-3, n-gga, show me where your heart at (hugh)
yuh, so don’t with the mexican (nope)
ex-con, tougher than some teflon (blaa)
good work, never ever stepped on (yea)
whoop a n-gga, yea, like he was my stepson (hugh)
yea, and i’m something like a juggernaut
in the kitchen with a b-tter block (hugh)
pull it out and it look like country crock
n-gga put it in his pipe, n-gga, watch as his heart stop (woooooooo) (watch as his heart stop)
give him a resuscitator
losin’ breath, give him a respirator
in the evil chillin with the [?]
or in the swamp, chillin’ with the alligators

[hook]

[verse 4: b.i.g. steve]

naw
[?]
k!ll city
b-i-g to the steve
fo’ one trae, evil side

east side’s green and white (my hood)
evil set for life, i would’ve popped up twice (i mean it)
k!ll city life when i grab the mic (the k)
i rip it up, like a parasite, aye (uh huh)
check my resume, fo’ one trae
gimmie me a beat, i go ham like a buffet (all day)
free big spade
in reality k!lleen on the map and you know it’s a dynasty
put it in they face, like a toothache
[?] and brush, like some colgate toothpaste (b-tch)
downtown up in the cut
and i’m riding green like my four leaf clover luck, ugh (b-tch)
no limits like master p (naw)
drop a track, then listen to this masterpiece (yuh)
i go off and keep it g
trunk pop and kick, but no karate
put an army base, we bust like a g.i., fly like a g5 (boom, boom)
b.i.g. steve too live
belly, that belly mode
i’m commin’ through stuntin’ and i’m sittin’ swole
purple, barney in the swisher
candy paint drippin, stay wet call it flipper (ha)
in my studio all you smell is reefer
jordan 7 barcelona all on my sneaker, ho

- lil hood

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