Hood Near You

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah Guess who's back? Death Row Darren, the beat banger, Vegas You know me Wait, who? [Verse] They sayin' Crooked I's too laid back, nigga, I do raise gats Don't make me open up your Kool Aid pack I'm married to carryin' chrome, i'm married to chasin' the paper Even if it's runnin' quick as Marion Jones I'm wearin' a Smith & Wesson like it's part of my dress code I'm dressed to kill, that's why they call it a wardrobe The boss is back, to floss a 'Lac With enough beat in the back, to snap California off the map I knock you awkward for talkin' smack I'm awful, I'm often strapped I walk in black, I'm raw The law thinkin' I'm a cocaine dealer Got a pistol with a Rogaine trigger Now, that's here Somebodys flow came iller? Well, that's rare Just let Tha Row make skrilla, now, that's fair I put you off in a coffin I'm still that tyrannosaurus stalkin' Walkin' thesaurus, talkin' Off in a raw dawg [?] I get pissed off and I pistol whip you for you Walkman Put this in and bang till it's finished Spit game with the language of a menace I'm dangerous as a dentist, high off hallucinogenics Mind of a biochemist Smart as a nuclear physicist So sharp, you could use me as scissors My Uzi is vicious You say that you're ruthless But I'm truly suspicious But I move with the booshiest bitches Choose me a Miss Leave her coochie in stitches Never juice me for riches Never confuse me for snitches What type of shit ya on? Look at me wrong, I'll split ya dome (Holla) Dysfunktional Family, the muthafuckin' soundtrack It's comin' to a hood near you Say Hi To The Bad Guy, West Coast classic It's comin' to a hood near you Near you, nigga Death Row in this muthafucka Everytime you see that logo, scoop that shit up, it's fire You know what the fuck I'm talkin' about It's comin' to a hood near you
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Credits
- Writers
- Crooked I