Hoodies Down lyrics

[Intro]
Ah yo the mad face
When you see that sh*t
You know it's that hardcore hiphop

[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Verse 1]
n*gga, I got a face only a mother could love
You a candy on a stick n*gga, suck and fall off
And if I kill anybody, ye, whatsup at the club
I'll be the life of the party, motherf*cker whatsup
I'll be that Mob Deep, Fat Joe, Brooklyn sh*t
b*tch, that sh*t survive me
[to be continued...]

[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Verse 2]
Ay, yo, yo, I'm talking way way way back
Momma said "Paul, you better stop playing like that"
"Keep playing with your face, gonna stay like that"
Momma never 'allow my f*cking face stay like that
Sometimes I makе the mad face for fun
Scaring old ladies, making kids run
You havе a mad face too if you know where I'm from
So n*ggas won't f*ck with you, coz you don't look like you da one
In 93, the mad face was established
I represent the United States ghetto, and the madness
Coz you can get stabbed and shot, even if you the baddest
And the mad face, [....] of Paris
You might see me in the hood, around
Just standing on the block, drinking henny, blowing woodies down
Criminal mind, like the boogie down
All my mad face n*gga's lets go, pull your hoodies down
[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Instrumental Outro]