Tales of the Hood

[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I tell you, bitch
Now look, we gon' play it like this, you heard me?
You steady playin' games
Steady playin' with that lil' stupid ass bitch
But look, though, look
We got Hot here, Mike here, White there, look, he right there
Ayy, say, Dean, you already know what it is
Say, ayy, look, man, look
Ayy, look, ayy
Man, look, we
Fuck it, look, bitch

[Chorus]
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up

[Verse 1]
Shit, Taylor Street bottom boy, catch 'em and let it blow
Shit, bands'll make your partner change, your homie played you close
You slippin' with the ho, you playin', but she be droppin' pins
Gon' have them killers on your trail when you come playin' again
I'm out my top, see, this for Boo, bitch, I'll bang again
I'm out the window with that thirty, used to swang with Ken
Oh, she hot and sellin' pussy, what her mama do?
Youngin out here slangin' iron, that's what he 'posed to do

[Chorus]
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up

[Verse 2]
Shit, flush him out and get that bag and make his mama sad
And watch his nigga make them posts flexin' like they gon' crash
And all that pop shootin', that's what make a nigga mad
And all that friendly ass shit, Ba
Ba make 'em mad
Shit, put that bag on your head, bitch, I ain't gotta shoot
Got some gorillas in that field like they want it with you
My right hand behind that wall steady puttin' shit down
You ain't got no strength behind that bitch, you better hold it down

[Chorus]
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up
They say bands'll make her dance, well, that'll make 'em shoot
Oh, she young and sellin' pussy, he get mad and shoot
Youngin'll rob you out your shit, that ho'll set you up
Now this what go on in the hood, man, Ba
Ba wet you up

[Outro]
Ayy, yeah, that bitch ass
Ayy, ayy, you better tighten up
You better tighten up, you heard me?
All that old stupid ass shit niggas be doin'
I'm gon' do this, I'm gon' do that
I'm livin' like that, you heard me?
Old bitch ass nigga, I play the field, nigga, you heard me?
Whole lot of gorilla shit goin' on, nigga
Rest in peace to Boozilla, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Ayy, shout out Ba
Ba, you heard me?
On Taliban Osama, bitch
Yeah, nigga, it's like that, nigga
Ayy, I love this shit
I ain't duckin' no wreck
Niggas know what it is
I could talk all day, I could talk hella shit
And I'll roll with a nigga
And I'll slap the fuck out your mama
And I'll make her mad, and, and
And you gon' wan' do somethin', and I ain't scared, and
Nah, I'm just talkin' out my head, you know
I wan' do that shit over, I talked too much shit
Never mind, look, keep that shit on there
Fuck you and your people and, uh
Look at the fat boy, bitch