Where Da Hood lyrics

Eh yo, you niggas must be out your fuckin' mind
Thinkin' dog can't pull another mother fuckin' rabbit out the hat thinkin'
I ain't got a trick up my mother fuckin' sleeve, you bitch
Ass niggas fuck y'all, figures niggas
What them niggas think I'm doin? Sittin' around doin' nothing?
Oh my God, these niggas can't be serious man

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Had a nigga in a cut where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin', actin' up, where the wolves at?
You better bust that if u gonna pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Had a nigga in a cut where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin', actin' up, where the wolves at?
You better bust that if u gonna pull that

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Damn cats don't know
(What)
What it's gunna be
(Be)
Fuckin' wit a nigga like me
(Yea)

D to the M to the X
(X)
Last I heard ya niggas was havin' sex
(Uh)
With the same sex
(Whoo)

I show no love
(Yea)
To homo thugs
(Nah)
Empty out, reload we go most slugs
(Boom)

How you gonna explain fuckin' a man?
Even if u squashed the beef I ain't touching your hand
(A'ight)
I don't fuck wit chumps
(Yea)
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For those up in the jail that's the cap
With the kool-aid on his lips and pumps
(Uh)
I don't fuck with niggas that think
They broads only know how to be one way, that's a dog
(Whoo)

I know how to get down, know how to bite
(Bite)
Bark very little but I know how to fight
(Fight)
I know how to chase a cat up in a tree, man
I gave ya'll niggas the business for fuckin' with me
Is you crazy?

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Had a nigga in a cut where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin', actin' up, where the wolves at?
You better bust that if u gonna pull that

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Had a nigga in a cut where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin', actin' up, where the wolves at?
You better bust that if u gonna pull that

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Watch the song I come through guns is drawn
(Bla, blap)
Lungs is gone
(Yea)

Sons of mom from dusk till dawn
(Yea)
Leg time belongs to the dog on the street past midnight?
Look for him in the morgue
(Yea)

Don't play with these cats
I got nothing to say to these cats
(Uh)
For these mothers that really do love 'em
Please pray for these cats
(Aight)

'Coz I know niggas is hard headed
(Uh)
But I ain't got the patience
(Uh)
Don't want me havin' no patience?
Turn the [unverified] icy