Neighborhood

Lyrics

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 [Verse 1] MC Hammer, too legit to quit I pull up with a stick Got my stepper with me Drop a bitch with the flick of a wrist I'm on my shit Money in my pocket, and your bitch on my dick She say you scary, and you broke, and you be flexin like you rich You ain't gang, you don't let your nuts hang, nobody know your name You want some fame? Bullets gon make the news when niggas bust your brain What you heard? Nigga we gon swerve, once I get the word Your lil bitch been tryna eat the dick I swear this hoe a bird In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers And these niggas act like Tupac off of juice 'cause they too grimеy And these bitches, thеy gon' fuck for a few dollars if you got it Stop that cappin, you ain't active, you just act like you be slidin [Chorus] In my neighborhood, ain't no Mr. Rodgers, just choppers So let me know you got a problem Let me take you to my neighborhood A bunch of young niggas with bodies I punch you out then get it poppin Yeah, took 'em to my neighborhood It ain't no Mr. Rodgers, young niggas with choppers Nigga, welcome to my neighborhood Niggas get whacked like a piñata, so do we have a problem? [Bridge] Have my neighborhood (do we have a) In my neighborhood (yeah, yeah, yeah) Welcome to my neighborhood (yeah, yeah, yeah) Nigga welcome to my neighborhood (hmm) Still playin [Verse 2] Think this shit a game? Niggas caught you slippin, hit you with iron You hopped on the ground, laughin', talkin' 'bout you still alive Think I missed my turn? We gon' spin your block like one more time Half a dufflebag on these niggas, like lets go put it on they mind Had to take yo bitch to eat, I could've fucked if she was fine She gave me the info, I know where you be at certain times With this stick up cold, don't know how to ski but bitch I slide Youngins get them poles, think I got a fish up on my line I put away my drum, fuck around and get hit with sixty-five Bitch I'm goin' dumb, ask me I think three plus six is five Nah for real, bitch I got Cedar Grove steppers Hollywood steppers, We HollyGrove together I'm southern classic popeyes, can't leave without the pepper My shirt off in this bitch, I'm booted up like It's whatever [Outro] It's whatever Keep that, we got that "It's whatever?" At the end?