REP YO HOOD

[FROOT] Check my kicks, Nike swish, man fuck all this shit I'm diggin in the dirt like an ethnoarchaeologist 'stead of makin' visions, makin' bad decisions Trust my intution, fuck the competion I'm stuck in this position I could use some ammunition Watch my back, I'm on a mission Cut no slack, use absolute precision Boy Froot'll snap in a second Got a dungeon full of weapons Better watch where you steppin' Pop off if you ain't reppin' You ain't you ain't from my hood Better get this understood Get the fuck out for good If you ain't to live or get shived, I don't give a shit But you gotta leave or I'm about to throw a fit Need to smoke some weed, drink some lean Turn on the loop machine Rep your hood man, rep your click (click) If anybody talkin shit Grip the wood, send em back to the dirt quick (quick) [x2] [SHARXXX] Never hatin' on my city though the pavements always shitty And them vacant lots ain't pretty Liquor store can't break a fifty But it ain't phase a crazy caucasition like me The place to be is wherever I'm at or else your shit gon end painfully I be in them woods like a Pagan be, hatefully Droppin DTP shit be so feverish like it was H-O-Tcheck it We all gon' send yo bitch ass up in a freefall If Boy Froot's the boy, then I'm girl and we a speedball No police cars cuz my city's just got 3 cops So I'm growin weed that's as tall as those fuckin' tree tops Beat drops But I never say no shit that matters, fuck your chatter I'm the badass that's gonna make your ass a splatter I can't stand no traffic That's how come I'm stayin' off the map like hackers You couldn't find me up in no phonebook or atlas son Gatling gun, cans, and a cauldron in a shack That's on the edge of a forest full of them apparitions, rats n' stuff