Water

[Intro: Young Roddy] Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin' Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood [Verse 1: Young Roddy] I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser I had a shoot-out once I threw it twice, don't you test me My flow sick; I'm sneezing on the track, God bless me My neighbor lost her son to a bullet, God help her My wrap sheet clean, but all my homies got felons I be goin' so hard Shit I feel it's now or never I got a black queen like Keisha straight from Belly Her last man's hatin' and my old ho's jealous What's the recipe to kill these beats? I never tell it Back then, I turn my momma crib to a [?] Fell in love with this one bad bitch, her name was Mary Introduced her to my bro, told my mom I'm gettin' married Everybody tellin' tales; liar liar, Jim Carrey A skinny-ass nigga, in the streets I'm hella heavy Every time I talk that street shit, they don't know about it I don't own no Maybach, I don't own no Bugatti All I own is a SS Ninety-Six Impala Drive it like a Nascar, knowin' it's a long body Word to Master P, I keep it G, I'm 'bout it 'bout it All the fiends call my phone cause they know I always got it Nigga stay fresh, stay fly like a pilot You can find my in the cut ducked off like I'm hidin' Dope man pulled up, boy that's perfect timing Nigga fuck with Route, they fuck around and start a riot Whole team ridin', bitch, my whole 'hood ridin' Word to my nigga Jizzle, real niggas never die On the corner sellin' stones all day and all night Good thing I had some work put away for a drought 'Bout to go on tour, told my dime-piece to keep it tight Most of these rap niggas whack, don't believe the hype I been writin' all day, writin' raps and writin' kites To my nigga in the pen, they tryin' to give my nigga life We was chillin in the 'hood, on our Huffy's poppin' wheelies All we heard was gunshots, another body by the building I seen the car speed off, I think it was a Civic Know the color, know the shooter, still I never do no snitchin' Got a rat up in your crew, boy that's bad for your business 'Bout to blow, I'm so close, fool, I'm talkin' fourth and inches Got a trill bitch who'll die for a nigga She keep her legs spread and let me dive in that kitty Lucky me.. [Outro: Young Roddy] 'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', bitch My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', bitch 'Hood ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', bitch My team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin', bitch