visualizaciones de letras 250

So Damn Hood

Crooked I

Letra

    [Crooked I: x2]
    It feels so good, when you so damn hood

    [Crooked I]
    Peep me out though
    You niggas soft outta control, on your next video
    You probably do the splits like the godfather of soul
    While I'm rottweiler patrol, first I clock dollars
    Then I pop collars with hoes, I got a problem with foes
    Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows
    Nigga, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore
    They put their lips on my dick and give me chips and more
    Yall should stop, you off the block you faking
    I walk with glocks, don't talk to cops for nathin
    I brought them choppers in case of al-ter-cation
    I aims and pops in the face of confrontation
    Speaking raw terror, I'll have your momma picking paul bearers
    Broke niggas, yea, y'all error
    Got to show 'em how to new age rap
    But I'm still ghetto as the last swallow of Kool-Aid left
    We so damn hood

    [Chorus: Sisqo]
    Pussy out if you would lets get good baby we so damn hood
    We ride and another would, its understood that we so damn hood
    Bust the script if you would, wish you could, nigga we so damn hood
    Everybody feeling good like we should, baby we so damn hood

    [Crooked I]
    Stop the screaming, can't nobody in the area to help
    If you was homophobic, nigga you'd be scared of yourself
    Listen as I, start to whoop ass, why?
    Would you try Crooked I, will you die like the last guy
    I told you I would put holes riders man
    Destiny's Child be the only "Survivors" man
    Nigga I been hot, whipping the six drop
    Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props
    My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock
    and it don't stop, giving the big glock
    I'm smacking you haters up, stacking the paper
    Like I signed an major contract with the Lakers
    It's C-R put them with E-R double O trouble blow
    Ghetto star haters split your wig
    And do the thang in this game 'til I'm O.G. it's Mr. Big

    [Chorus]

    [Crooked I]
    How many wanna know what I love? Holla, niggas who love me
    We six deep in the ridiculous humvee
    Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall
    Break your face, like Mike Tyson with his gloves off
    I'm so hood and ghetto fo life
    I park an five in the driveway and ready to fight
    If you think I ride with metal you right
    Commenting federal crimes only an federal type
    It's like, every where I go, all I know fo' sho'
    That this The Row, that we gets the dough
    What's the R-O-W like
    Slug one and you take your dime because you aint fucking her right
    Yea yea I nothin fo life, big pipes stuck in your wife
    In the bed it's us and a dyke
    You should never get it mixed up, big nuts, get clutched
    Thick sluts, get fucked, dick sucked, bitch what? (telll meeeee)

    [Chorus x2]


    Comentarios

    Envía preguntas, explicaciones y curiosidades sobre la letra

    0 / 500

    Forma parte  de esta comunidad 

    Haz preguntas sobre idiomas, interactúa con más fans de Crooked I y explora más allá de las letras.

    Conoce a Letras Academy

    ¿Enviar a la central de preguntas?

    Tus preguntas podrán ser contestadas por profesores y alumnos de la plataforma.

    Comprende mejor con esta clase:

    0 / 500

    Opciones de selección