my background If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you can get from 'round here If you ain't from my hood, you
Перевод: Project Pat. Если ты не из моего Худа.
[CHORUS] If you ain't from my hood you can get from round here [X4] I don't know them niggas [X2] I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes
(featuring Project Pat) [Hook 2x] It ain't no bitch in my blood nigga its nothing but thug[2x] I'll knock tha black off yo ass[4x] [Project Pat] ({North
you (Thats low) It ain't my fault that I kept chasin my dreams You claimed you couldnt see the woods, because of too many trees (You dummy) And dispite impossibilities (You
Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game is like rugby Doctor, you know New flow, new dough Drunker than Woodrow, good time with a hood ho Mutombo
ain't no motherfuckin bon And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here Chorus (
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards betta fear Man you hoes don't wanna clown man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown If you
From smokin sin to Hollywood they wild over there [Chorus: Project Pat] North, raise ya thumbs up nigga. {*repeat 4X*} [Project Pat] If ya ain't from my hood you
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy Where dem gang, gang signs (Show ya golds, show ya golds) Where dem hood, hood signs (Throw
nigga If you ain't from my hood, you can get the hell from 'round here 'Cause me gon' smoke hydro and we gon' drank beer It ain't no mu'fuckin' secret
a supply and demand any will You went out of line with the wrong man then get killed When you damned if you will, damned if you won't A lot of dudes saying
bitches Manne you might as well burn in hell When you smell the aroma From them blunts when I hit corners Don't you duck Don't you dodge Cause it's only
you, I know But since I quit I'm in the wrong to you, that's low It ain't my fault that I kept chasin' my dreams You claimed you couldn't see the woods
Project Pat) By love real my nig Let blood spill my nig Shoot to kill my nig If ya real my nig Project Pat my nig I spit facts my nig Hang with macks
T-Rock) Don't never get next to me Although platinum thuggin' is my pedigree I calculate my weapons,to killin' is my recipe Bless it be my militant Memphis
I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared