Cuba Gooding lyrics

‘Leven Hunnid
Yeah
Thirteen humid my cousin man, f*ck wit me
Aye

I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
n*gga, you think you Cuba Gooding
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
n*gga, you think you Cuba Gooding
His patna f*ck around, got popped, now he think he a shooter
His pops seen him with the Glock like, “Put it down junior”
And Im’a address them n*ggas hatin’, ain’t got around to it
In Funktown we still lookin’ for that brown Buick
And Ion wanna do no song cause you make clown music
This that sh*t, you hit the E-way, blow a pound to it
She said papi I ain’t no black, a sexy brown cuban
And then I told her turn around and f*cked her like she stupid
They put ‘yo ass up on the shelf, n*gga, yo’ album blew it
And Ion want to mushrooms if they ain’t turning’ blueish
n*gga I smell like Gucci Guilty, my sneakers say Louis
I pop a bar up on the flight, now we on to St. Louis
On my momma
Huh, this sh*t all off the dome
I ain’t done yet neither, hold on
Huh
n*gga you sure you want this jersey like a f*cking guido
I give a f*ck about no hoe just like that n*gga D-Lo
I mean she might not f*ck with ‘Lev but she ‘gon f*ck with E-Bow
I know dee oops and [?] b*tch I feel like P-Lo
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
n*gga, you think you Cuba Gooding
I had them boys up in ‘yo hood, you think you Cuba Gooding
n*gga, you think you Cuba Gooding