Bailin’ Thru My Hood

Lyrics

[Intro: B-Legit & Celly Cel] B-Legit: Cel, whassup nigga? Celly Cel: Whassup man? B-Legit: I don't know man, what happened with that shit last night man? Celly Cel: I don't know man, some old bullshit, man. Went down a little something like this though, check it out [Verse 1: Celly Cel] Woke up around one, hunged over from last night Eye kinda swollen 'cause I got into a fight I woulda pulled my choppa, but this fool was a coppa I had to dig in the punk ass, prejudice pig Billy clubbed me in the eye, I had to get witty Bobbed and weaved, and this nigga never saw me hit him I was up out of there Sideways to the liquor sto', already pervin' but I needed mo' Hit the track where my niggas be posted Gettin' toasted, told about the pig I roasted They was puffin' on kill, while I hit my bottle Gettin' tacced out, strapped with my fully auto- Matic for the static that the suckers bring With so much heat, I make the fat lady momma sing So bring the bell, round one is on Nuthin' left but a corner in my bottle, now I'm in the zone Let's run through the town and see what's goin' on I got a page nigga, take me to the nearest phone It might be hookup for the whole crew Rollin' fo' deep and this bitch got partners too Told her to get down, hooked up somethin' proper fo' her And when you're pervin', that's the best way to get to know her The fuck was on and it was all good The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood [Chorus: Celly Cel] Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood [Verse 2: Celly Cel] Spent the night, but we hit the do' early Drop a few lies, then I shake her like my shirleys Back in the traffic, mobbin' through the fuckin' town With the windows down, listening to them fifteens pound Bumpin' that old school funk, fool Niggas got to lookin' at us crazy, that ain't even cool So we was like, "whassup, man?" Stole on the nigga, now we all throwin' thangs And they was runnin' like real ho's Couldn't hang with them thangs, got stomped with the steel toes Jumped in the mob and start smashin' Shootin' at them niggas, gettin' sideways, laughin' Wouldn't even trippin, when we hit the track Didn't even think about them niggas comin' back Sittin' in the cut, gettin' drunk as fuck A car rolled up, lights out and we was all stuck I heard, "what's up now, nigga?" Grabbed my fully automatic, put my finger on the trigger But it was too late to retaliate They let us have it in the car, wouldn't no escape I wish I wasn't slippin' when the funk came Coulda let my nuts hang, grabbed my thang and went insane Now I'm dead, I did everythang I could The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood [Chorus: Celly Cel] Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood Through the hood man When I'm bailin' thru the hood The type of shit that happens when I'm bailin' thru my hood [Interlude: B-Legit & Celly Cel] B-Legit: Yeah boy, I figure on this whole hood shit doe, y'know? Celly: Yeah man, it be some mo' bullshit goin' down the streets, y'know? B-Legit: Yeah, mother fuckers get smoked in every town though Celly Cel: Yeah, every mother fuckin' day man, this shit is real B-Legit: Yeah it's like almost a daily routine though, boy Celly Cel: Yeah man, well let these mother fuckers know about that old hillside life though, playa B-Legit: Oh that old hillside life? Celly Cel: Yeah, let these niggas know man' B-Legit: Check game [Verse 3: B-Legit] The hills got this nigga loc'd It's broccoli endo smoke, in my lungs I'm tryna keep these young bitches strung On candy, mo' famous than Amos and Andy In my hood, so when I bell, it's all good Hop in the dropper, 'bout to take a ride through the town Hit the gas and got the old school off the ground Never made a sound, as I crawled and crept And snatched yo' bitch as I left the set Up through the park, my cut dog still barkin' But it ain't no dank, so I ain't parkin' Ain't spunkin', but baby need to smoke Louie I get attacked in the back and watch her run through me Straight do me, to me but I can't kiss ya I got to get you back home befo' yo' pops miss ya Wish you luck bitch, thanks for the fuck bitch And if you claimin', then you will be a stuck biaatch [Outro: B-Legit and Celly Cel] B-Legit: Yeah Celly Cel: Mmm B-Legit: 'Cause I don't want the baby Celly Cel: That's right B-Legit: Haha, I just want the pussy Celly Cel: Haha, yeah, let 'em know B-Legit: Yeah, fuck and get up is how we do these stank ho's Celly Cel: Fuck and get up man B-Legit: Haha, you know how us hogs do it Celly Cel: Yeah B-Legit: Sick wit' it, bitch