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Guerilla Maab - Put Yo Hood Up lyrics
f/ Big Pokey, Jay'Ton (*talking*) Whooo, one mo' gin, yes sir It's your boy Dougie D, live on the mic You know I'm talkin bout, we straight up Representing in here, me and my family Know I'm saying, we straight up smashing the gas Know I'm saying, we representing it to the fullest From H-Town to yo town, straight up, we ain't skurred Chunking it up everywhere we go, feel us [Hook - 2x] If you real, won't you go and throw your hood up And if you skurred, all you bitches gotta raise up Then off to the South, the streets would of made us We making money, but we never let it change us [Big Pokey] Like my nigga Hard say, it ain't on a nigga once but twice From the jump niggas know, it's Yellowstone for life Tap a nigga dome, act a phone with the right It's a four car collision, when my chrome hit the light X-Ray vision, when I size niggas up See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what 2-4/3-65, hugging the block I'm in the hundred, Trae in the 6, Doug in a drop Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in the spot Since you got your mask on dog, mug my dot Many pieces be separated, when slugs pop out Some niggas chase paper, some niggas try it Some niggas want a piece, some want the pie Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Throw your hood up, everybody get crunked up Parking lot we dropped up, on buttons we cocked up Creased out and we rocked, for hatas we glocked up If your bopper mouth open, fa sho they get stopped up Guerilla Maab who we be, me, Z-Ro and Dougie D Representing for the S.U.C., with P-O-K to the E Y we so fly, but gangstally motivated From corners we educated, so hatas get confiscated Rated by these pitbulls, and these untamed guerillas Mic wreckers and head bustas, we owe ya then we gon get ya So niggas better get the picture, if not then you long gone Throw your motherfucking set up, 'fore you get your chest gone [Jay'Ton] Made to the back, it ain't time no for the champ plexing I grab for the gat, tell everybody be dropping flat And ducking from the S.L.A.B.er, wood grain when I grab-a Drop it trunk knocker, on choppas looking for boppers And wrecking the parking lot, at every club Sideways tripping and tipping, when I'm on Dubs Put it up for the West and the West, and I represent With that room, we hiding behind tint [Hook - 2x] [Dougie D] I'm a Southsider, Houston Texan to be exact Down in the Dirty Dirty, Dougie representing that Look I'm a hood nigga from hood callers, and hood blocks Ducking hood shots, and bob and weaving the hood spots Niggas try to hate me, and violate me and prosecute me Never knew nothing to me, cause I'm too thoed for them rookies Look the streets made me, streets love me and streets hate me So the streets pay me, motherfucker it's all gravy Want it all baby, never gon let the money change me Only thing that may change, the way I just done roll updated Got a large family, it's a bunch of us need to be happy Them hood daddies, on the grind and making me happy Pimping pens and graphics, this aint no lolly gagging and capping I mask the track and Trae po' codeine, and Jay'Ton back me Nigga holla at me, motherfucker you know the deal We Southside for life, and nigga that's for real [Hook - 4x] |
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