All I Kno Is Hood

[Verse 1: Big Scoob] Tramp yap yooby or yicky is all ratchet W***e, s**t, b***h or a floozy the same reaction Blood cuhz nothin but thugs we’re all active Mean mug up in the club, it makes us active! Hard heads goonies so Loony ready for action Five blocks, six and seven, n***a was hapn'en! Hood s**t hoodies and dickies that’s how I dress Real spit, homie, you know me, I am a mess! White v diamonds be shinning throughout my teeth No sleep, hustling and grindin they’re trying to eat Brain wire, all I desire is grimey s**t Flame fire out of the muzzle when choppers spit Dice games stay in my lane a gutter b***h Thick hips loving my fame, but she ain’t s**t Hood rich chef in the kitchen, I got that twist So slick, planning and plotting my next lick [Hook: Krizz Kaliko](x2) All I kno is hood! All I kno is hood! All I kno is hood! All I kno is hood! [Verse 2: Big Scoob] Yada, yams, yiggin no difference, it’s all yickins Drop it, lock it, rock it, I’m twisting it in the kitchen Pistol, popper, knocker, a chopper it’s all heat Block em, pop em, drop em, or stop em if I dont eat Body wit me sticky or difference it all moves Hustle, juggle, cope wit the bubble, I can’t lose! Chips, cheese, paper and yaper, its all bread Greeders, riders, hustlers in bushes we all fed! Snitches, b***hes, witness, informent, it’s all the same Shaking, backing, kidnapping, take a p**s on his grave Gang bang, repin the name I’m from the soil Rap game, nothing but flames, I got that oil! Gudda budda seepin and leaking like I’ma boil Old school, acting a fool, that delta royal! Slang speech, talking the streets, I’m trying to teach Preach, heat over these beats, expand my reach [Hook] [Verse 3:Big Scoob] Pistols, macs, pieces, my pirates, my bushel fire P***y power privilege, I live this, this all I got! Thieves, phonies, fakers and flunkies they want it from me Muscle, hustle, tussle and struggle, I need my money! Snitches, bitches, preachers, and rickets now I’m the target Bad intentions, vengeance, I’m with this, let’s get it started! Rain, pain, walk with the flame I gets retarted Street beast, bring me the beef and watch me char it No sleep up for a week I’m chasing paper! Slow creeps back with the heat, I’m in my scraper! So deep, most of my peeps they didn’t make it! Locked back I'm resting in peace, this s**t is sacred! Music moving up in this movement, but I’m still losing Trying to do it, prove it, pursuing and get down through it Slacked on, comin to get it, I knew I could So strong, taking the throne back to the hood! [Hook]