I Luv Da Hood
[Intro:]
(Young Buck)
G-Unit ***a
Yea b***h you ****s know what it is with me ***a
Dirty south in this muthafucker
Young Buck ***a you know where I'm from Ca$hville ***a
[Get money]Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too b***h
[Damn...]
[Verse]
[Young Buck]
Bulletwounds and tattooes is how I show my pain
I'm gone so much my little girl don't know my name
My palms covered in residue from cocaine
Been on the block since 6 in the morning
The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (f**k Y'all)
When they need to borrow something they put their hands out
Little kids start running when they see my car coming
Just looking at me will make a ***a start hustlin
I aint a start nothing I just know how to count
Know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out
Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [I'm so illegal]
I can't even feed you what they put in the needles
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
You can call me country but don't call me broke (Why)
We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon ***a
[Chorus:]
[Young Buck]
S**t aint really all good but I love da hood
All I need is my weed I love da hood
We aint living like we should but I love da hood
But they still Tennekee yea I love da hood
S**t aint really all good but I love da hood
All I need is my weed I love da hood
We aint living like we should but I love da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it
[Verse]
[Game]
They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride
Fuckin wit G-Unit I let the Desert fly (gunshot)
Ridin thru Ca$hville wit Buck throwin my dubs up
For those who don't know that stand for west side
I blast on my enemies
F**k you if you aint kinnin me
Knock your top off like Kennedy
Then sip hennesy
Ridin thru Tennessee
If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies
I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly
Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive
If you only need 1 you aint gotta come
I just pack it up and strap it to a bitch' thigh
You ever seen a Impala drive
Seen hollows fly
Seen yellow tape everytime
Its a homoside
When it's drama I pull the glock from my waist
N****s tried to make my mama cry
It's G-Unit ***a
You better recognize
I'll put you in the grave for that s**t that Joe Budden Tried
I remember right there when my brother died
Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys
So me and my homies ride
With a chrome. 45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's
N****s tried to kill me but it wasn't time
I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9
Went into a coma woke up in the hospital
Cops said they found drugs
I said it wasn't mine
Bad boy but I wouldn't shine
Matter fact wouldn't s**t
Thought that cos I wouldn't sign
Now it's G Unit ***a read between the lines b***h
[Chorus:]
[Young Buck]
S**t aint really all good but I love da hood
All I need is my weed I love da hood
We aint living like we should but I love da hood
But they still tennekee yea I love da hood
S**t aint really all good but I love da hood
All I need is my weed I love da hood
We aint living like we should but I love da hood
But they still Tennekee come and get it