Hoods Run Down

Lyrics

(Lil Wyte) Gimme the microphone first, so, I can bust out this bubble Whoever idea this was they knew it was some trouble 'Cause I get up in 'em get it sticky it could get icky and gritty Crystal clear lyrics come when, not if, you attempt to get with me I put it down for the BAY, motherfucker Therapy guerrilla squad UTT, motherfucker Y'all don't know shit about that, check your bay area facts Veteran lyricist twenty one years old knockin' 'em on they backs Had to take a drug test, thought it was a drug test Studied hard and failed, should have taped the answers to my chest Goofin' around gloves off, hood's basically cuffed up Popos in a 'Lac truck on spinners man, that's fucked up I sit on my couch, smoke a blunt a create some thunder Then open the window let it lightning and make the police wonder I get 'em all off of the trail while real criminals wonder I guess this summer a little old hustle is too far beyond us We hustle from sun up to sun down The cops we get close when they come 'round We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down My hoods run down, my hoods run down We hustle from sun up to sun down The cops we get close when they come 'round We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down My hoods run down, my hoods run down (Frayser Boy) Nigga, nigga, this the other half of the Bar Bay Representatives Watchin' what I say around these snitches 'cause they listenin' Frayser Boy, a real nigga will let the steel hit ya Fuckin' with Lil Wyte gon' make that nigga come and deal with ya Purple drank in my cup, blowin' dank in my truck Hit the bank stackin' bucks, a nigga I ain't slackin' up Bay niggas click tight make me get ya shit right Respectin' how I feel or it's gonna be a big fight Mobbin' down Frayser BLVD, with my 45 Lettin' it loose if you think you hard or you wanna try Gettin' it how I live in the Bride that's my stompin' ground Got some enemies, so, that's why a pistol come around Muthafuckas actin' like they don't know the real deal Mayne, I been through Hell and back and a nigga still live Still here and I wouldn't have it no other way Now knowin' what it means to live and die from the Bay! We hustle from sun up to sun down The cops we get close when they come 'round We got to hit the cut and throw the crumbs down My hoods run down, my hoods run down