They Love Me In The Hood lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cold since my man died, over that a damn lie
Boy you smoking dust
Got these n*ggas by a landslide
Uhh, I got them n*ggas by a rocket ship
Hit the after-burner, Ike Turner how I drop a b*tch
I'm so far ahead I'm already dead
Getting at you from the future
That's why I'm used to what you said
Wait until you see the new superhead
She got the turbo wop, hot karma sutra in the bed
I got your yard on my card, back to future wit the bread
I pull your card, you a fraud, hope they shot you in your head
Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and ya style phony
Every day a trending topic, keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy leaning, that's how I'm living
The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a n*gga leak a bunch of robbings killings
f*ck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them b*tches talking about me, thats how I'm doing good
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes
I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you hear me?
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
[Verse 2]
Be in here with the weapons on, blink get your necklace torn
Hef the don, f*cking on your sister like Escobar
Escalade eyes bloody red like I've been pepper sprayed
Sex for exercise, b*tches screaming when I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid
f*ckin since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months f*ck the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em
I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman pen
You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance
I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, i've been spending ever since
Og kush bags couldn't find a better stench
Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench

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[Verse 3]
Big city to country all the pretty b*tches wants me
Toe tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn your head into a Gumby
When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a n*gga summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in sc*mmy every year
Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
f*cking dimes or something, my hora got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer
Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china
Mr. no good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
I'm honored, loaded lama n*ggas hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering
I'm running through this money till the trip is done
I made it out the bottom with my n*ggas, son
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