In Da Hood

(*talking*) Yeah, get this money nigga Roll with me, for real nigga [Hook] I'm in the hood, like a pound of that good Moving through the hood, like a pound of that good Niggas 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 Bastard, 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas pissed Could give every crackhead in Dallas a rock, off my mo'fucking wrist And yeah your hooks crunk, but your 16's ain't shit I spit that fire shit, that make the fucking track quit Zilla [Hook] [Big Tuck] G'eah, the Big Tuck-Kadafi Watch how you move, or shit gon get sloppy Straight from the hood, highest bitch in the Rockies The eagle in my hand, my finger is cocky 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 bitch paint blue, look again it changed I'm far from Pimp C, but I'm a hog in the game Nigga sell a million records, and don't need no hug Strippers come to the house, think that a larger club Yeah, it's Tuck bitch show me some love If the ice melt on the chest, New York'll flood [Hook]