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yelohill - tales from the hood كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
woke up, a quarter past twelve
i had a crazy ass night
with lil demon chasing tail
pick up a couple green dots
and write the homies a mail
the landlord in my [?], and pressin’ me about roch_lle
that’s my b_tch
she got a dog, we can’t keep it
my ex’s off the coke
she sees my car
she gon’ [?]
crime scenes fleein’, shoot him up, leave him
i’m a big dog, n_gga
you lil n_ggas [?]
my momma hates i’m bangin’
but it’s situational
ain’ no social crip, and i ain’ conversational
the sh_t my homies drinkin’
got them movin’ way too slow
i sip a lil henny, i grab my .40 and dap my locs
[chorus]
anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
f_ckin’ hoodrats up in the car
with backwoods
gotta be a ten
i know she look like makin’ good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf_ckin’ hood
from thе hood

(anotha’ tale from the hood)
(just anotha’ tale from thе hood)

anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf_ckin’ hood
from the hood

[verse]
later that night, i run into a couple scr_pes
poppin’ out the car, come on, girl
let’s go on a date
i’m lyin’, and i ain’ got no bread
i’m just lookin’ for a b_tch to buy me liquor
and get some head
f_ck her on the bed, when roch_lle ain’t home
f_ck her on the [?]
i’m about to nut, yeah, b_tch
i’m in my zone
this the type of sh_t i do when ain’t n0body home
put your face in the pillow
know the neighbors here, screamin’
next thing i know
‘knock, knock’, who’s picking?
went to the door, is a finger on the peep hole
some n_gga’s at the door
‘i know my b_tch in there, negro!’
grab my smith’n’wesson
as i’m headed to the door
get off from my crib, before your head get blown
that’s on the gang
i ain’t playin’ with you, n_ggas
this a crip house, not a buster house, n_gga
open up the door, i see a n_gga with a gat
dark skin n_gga with a f_ckin’ face tatt
reachin’ for my piece
get some cover, c_ck it back
next thing i know, i laid a n_gga on his back
[chorus]
anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
f_ckin’ hoodrats up in the car
with backwoods
gotta be a ten
i know she look like makin’ good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf_ckin’ hood
from the hood

- yelohill

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