Testo No Haters Allowed - Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone No Haters Allowed (Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Back Up N Da Chevy
Geah, geah, yeah, yeah
DJ Dano
The streets is back
Ha-ha, ha-ha, listen
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
I'm still in the hood, shawty, ain't shit poppin' (Ain't shit poppin')
I done popped me a OxyContin (Yeah), and I'm on lean
Passing the seat, she doing her thing (Doing her thing)
You guess shawty, she done popped her a bean (Popped her a bean)
Smoking Milwaukee Bucks, that's the purple and green (Green)
My partner want an eighth of the clean
You know we keep that thing (Yeah)
Yadadadamean? (Yeah)
We boxing shit, that purple and green (That's that FedEx green)
I'm with a bitch who sucks it (Sucks it)
, And genuinely loves it (Loves it)
Shawty wants to swallow my child (Swallow my child)
Right now I'm high and I'm tripping on top of the clouds (Clouds)
In a Land called no haters allowed (No haters allowed, yeah)
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies (Hustle, grit)
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed (Ayy, ayy)
Okay, now grit where I'm coming from
From), gutter where I'm living at (At)
They busting where my mama stay (Stay), killing where my auntie at
They smoking in my granny place (Place), stealing where my uncle at
My cousin got a hundred years and he ain't even tote a gat (Grrah)
Hustling like every day (Day), semi where my stomach at (At)
I'm tryna make me ten a day, believe I'm gon' accomplish that (That)
If I got to raise your pace (Pace), holla where the drama at (At)
I want the number to the safe, the dot where you're chilling at
Twenty-seven cent from a quarter, my ho done bust a water (Quarter)
I'm doing it for my daughter, the fuck you mean?
I got to get my life in order, a beaker and a boiler
Tryna turn a quarter to a hundred G, ayy, nigga, ayy, ha, ayy, ayy
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Straight off the top of the dome, holmes, it's on again
I'm grown, still got it going for ten, whatever
The nine is chrome, I ride alone
I'm in the trap dusk to dawn, five a zone, get at me
So say what you want, but I know what you can't do to me (Yeah)
Nigga, and that's steal my pride 'cause I'm a refugee (Refugee)
Since elementary, haters try to get next to me (Uh-huh)
But never let 'em get the best of me (Uh-uh)
Keep a Desert Eagle sittin' next to me, yeah
You don't wanna mess with me, cooking up cocaine recipes, huh
We got mouths to feed, huh, more than Master P
Crack this, that, hard, backyard
Home of the trap, hard, right in the backyard, yeah
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying (Yeah), she sick of me telling lies (Uh-huh)
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We do what we do for the underprivileged and have-nots (Have-nots)
On steel in the spot, trying they best to have knots (Have knots)
Trying not to sleep on cots with fifty-two niggas and three hots (Nah)
Niggas get popped, then they help the folks connect the dots (Damn)
Life is a game, I don't complain, I just maintain ('Tain)
The way they act in Belly (Belly), we do the same thing (Same thing)
Dancing for the chain gang, it's some things don't change
But I got four seeds to feed, so my nuts is gon' hang
What I look like hollering, "Nah, boo, you gotta put that back
Daddy can't afford that, my daughter can't absorb that
Plus she getting older, gotta keep her fresher than the rest"
I'm feeling like life 'cause she 'bout to find her S-E-X
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed
We from the ghetto, nigga, addicted to ghetto living
We do this for hood hoes, projects and ghetto children
Used to my mama crying, she sick of me telling lies
Fuck what you talking, no haters allowed (No haters allowed)
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Writer(s): Jacoby White, Alonzo Mathis, Dana Ramey, Lee Dixon, Miguel Scott
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