Neighborhood Hoez lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Sitting back, getting my di*k sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste the powder back
Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range Rove', 'bout to pound her back
No strings attached, b*tch might be a ho but she my homie though
She got that friendly pus*y, when I touch down she let my homies scope
Preacher's daughter, choir every Sunday b*tch you known to blow
When I was on the block broke back in '04, b*tch act like she ain’t know me though
But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes caught up in the hype
See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I'm they type of n*gga
b*tch pump your brakes, you wanna make the bed shake, get dressed and I might come get ya
This ain't a date and never hesitate, you can put your lips where you like while I light my swisha
"Fred you so cold on a ho," I know but I just sit back and get chose
All about my stacks f*ck a rat b*tch I’m gon' stay on ten toes
Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on strip poles
When I'm tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes
My b*tch say I stay f*cking with them neighborhood hoes
I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I'm riding around and I'm getting it
You riding around and you didn't
I am riding around with semis, life's a b*tch so I pimp it
Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not di*kies
I will di*k her down so quickly
I draw pistols with no pencils
You know what I'm here for, that's to get dough
Hotter than six n*ggas in a Pinto with the vents closed
Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks
Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo
I like a girl that like doing what her friend do
'Specially if it's me and I'm laying in the middle
And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a trenchcoat
Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo
Now I'm the sh*t, I remember when I was p*ss poor
Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood
And I don't have to talk too much cause my paper do it
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes
My b*tch say I stay f*cking with them neighborhood hoes
I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes