Testo Boyz N Da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone Boyz N Da Hood (Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Boyz N Da Hood
Yeah, okay (Uh-huh)
Okay (Yeah)
Let's do it (Let's do it)
Boyz N Da Hood
(That right, what's up?)
Yeah, let's go (Uh), let's go (Uh)
Okay, okay (Eastside up in this motherfucker)
J-O-D-Y Breeze (Big Dooky)
Yeah, let them niggas know (Young Jeezy)
Yeah (You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, let's do it, let's do it
Ayy, I'm that young cat that'll cock back, send shots at a
Nigga with my Beretta, 'cause I'm 'bout whatever
Y'all know who I be, J-O-D-Y Breeze
With all of my B-O-Y-Z H-double-O-D's
Y'all niggas don't scare nobody, I dare a nigga to try me
I never killed nobody, but I will come get somebody
I'm in the streets for reason, like to be a demon in the night
And in the evening, I serve fiends and leave semen on your wife
Dig it, ain't no question 'bout me, 'cause I'm the answer
I been puttin' in work since Jody Breeze was wearing Pampers
I got jumped as a teen, couldn't part with my starter
But it wasn't shit to me, all it did was make me harder
Fuck throwing sticks and stones, now we toting guns and bricks
I been representing like this since Lil Kim was sucking dick
Pops ain't taught me shit, 'cause I'm a bastard
And fuck you broke tricks, it's paper that I'm after
We the young and the restless, the fast and the furious
Lick a couple shots at 'em to let 'em know that we're serious
And you know what you get for talking out your mouth sideways
Point-blank range, nigga, blow your shit sideways
I do this shit for them boys in the hood
Stay down, grind until I get my boys out the hood
It's the J-double-E-Z to the Y, y'all
Stay strapped, iced up, and riding fly, y'all
Rolling up all up on 'em, these demons inside of me
Of course, I be trying to hold 'em so Satan can get tired of me
We repping Atlanta, can't handle us, niggas get 'smaned up
Flaunt niggas in minutes, them bastards
Get splattered 'fore I get finished
Peeta, Peeta, keep the heater, people wanna see the bank
We consist of guns and smoke, plastic ropes and Section 8
Stacks and coke, dro, blasting folks, nasty hoes
That tote they ass up on they shoulder, but they classy, though
Arm, rob, what you think the masks and gats and glasses for?
Why you think my lawyers still be taking all them classes for?
What you think we asking for? Shit, bitch, sure enough
The name Jody, Jeezy, Dooky, and Geezy Breezy
So stop asking us, head chain, chain
Credits
Writer(s): Jacoby White, Nicholas Solis, Jay W. Jenkins, Michael Davis, Miguel T. Scott, Lee F. Dixon
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