Testo Hood - Jibbs
Testo della canzone Hood (Jibbs), tratta dall'album Jibbs feat. Jibbs (UK Version)
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
What you gon' do?
You gon' ride, you gon' roll
You gon' stretch, you gon' fold
You gon' keep your family poor
Coming up in the hood watching my homies take the pressure
That's why I chose to be a mic-checker
What you gon' do?
You gon' ball, you gon' fall
Let 'em knock you into walls
Leave you dead in the hall
Or you gon' keep hanging in the streets with your crew
Don't ask me, 'cause I know what I'ma do
But what you gon' do?
Riding stolos with dodos and no goes
And 44's and choke hoes after getting chased by the po-po's
You gon' ride solo, or is you gon' groupie
Or is you gon' think before you start being stupid
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
Now what you gon' do?
You gon' rob, you gon' kill, buy the drugs
Or you gon' deal or go out and chase a mil'
Or on the other hand get a deal like me
And go and write 48 bars to a beat
Tell me what you gon' do?
Be another family failure, disrespecting all your elders
Poor and living in a shelter
Or you gon' get killed, put in jail, or be a doctor
And own a big house on the roof a helicopter
What you gon' do?
Stay in the same city, same hood, same block
Same homies changing clothes and wearing each other's socks
Or do you wanna go somewhere and like to try to live
And see about a hundred, making money, taking trips
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
Coming up in the hood, where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay you a visit
What you gon' do?
Be a Fed, be a star, do the dash, spit a bar
Be a fake snake or shark
Or go and shop and stuff, hit the mall, pop tags
Start stuff, get me red, white and blue like the flag
Jib, what you gon' do?
Get money, stay off the streets, they frontin'
It ain't funny, I ain't running, hopping from place to place
Like a bunny, kinda sunny, phone on my waist vibrate
'Cause it's coming, stay in shape
Last in the game, this music business funny
For the sake that my hood cats hungry
Tryna get a mil', deal bread and bologna
For the sake that my hood cats hungry
Tryna get a mil', deal bread and bologna
Coming up in the hood
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Wilson, Derryl Keith Howard, Jovan Camaran Campbell
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