In Da Hood lyrics

(*talking*)
Yeah, get this money n*gga
Roll with me, for real n*gga

[Hook]
I'm in the hood, like a pound of that good
Moving through the hood, like a pound of that good
n*ggas get smoked, like a pound of that good
Put em in the trunk, like a pound of that good
Got a popper on my pistol, so it's hard to work wood
G I popped a naked lady, and it's hard she work good
I done blew the candles out, playboy I wish you would
And our money grow on trees, playboy I wish you would

[Fat B.]
The young underground kings, tell me some'ing good
Went to school at John B., cause I'm so hood
Villa said double up, it's an addition for the bucks
I got guns that's fire breeders, stash spot where they tucked
But either buster Fat bast*rd, but don't get it twisted
I'm your next birthday present, cause the flow is so gifted
I smoke a lot of corn, cause I got Indian in my blood
Passing blunts around blue, like a Indian in a club
Haters wanna hate, hoes wanna cuff us
Cause the bread got cheese, like stuffed crust
These n*ggas joking, they got tears in they eyes
But the same thang that make you laugh, make your ass cry

[Hook]

[Tum Tum]
Compare us enemies, I'm crack you dirt weed
We travel the same path, but going a different speed
n*ggas peep my style, they sweat my technique
5-0 know I stay in dirt, like baseball cleats
Ear rings crazy, wrist game nuts
I get a check every month, for these retarded princess cuts
If rap was b-ball, I'd be tickling twine
While you riding the pine, ahead of you like Eastern time
At the top of the list, leave broke n*ggas p*ssed
Could give every crackhead in Dallas a rock, off my mo'f*cking wrist
And yeah your hooks crunk, but your 16's ain't sh*t
I spit that fire sh*t, that make the f*cking track quit Zilla

[Hook]

[Big Tuck]
G'eah, the Big Tuck-Kadafi
Watch how you move, or sh*t gon get sloppy
Straight from the hood, highest b*tch in the Rockies
The eagle in my hand, my finger is c*cky
You can't forget the face, just open the Source
You won't win the race, the Lambo or the Porsche
I'm cheating under the hood, straight up iron horse
I would pull out the McClarren, but it depends on the course
Big Tuck's the name, getting bucks the game
No license on the Range, cause I bought it in Spain
And the b*tch paint blue, look again it changed
I'm far from Pimp C, but I'm a hog in the game
n*gga sell a million records, and don't need no hug
Strippers come to the house, think that a larger club
Yeah, it's Tuck b*tch show me some love
If the ice melt on the chest, New York'll flood
[Hook]