Hood Tour

Lyrics

[Intro: WC] Shit Woo This one of those lace your Chucks up and you gotta do your thang (Come on) I mean, still in my lane, smashin' all lames (Skip, skip) Mixtape shit WC, Maylay and All City, check it out [Verse 1: WC] Still walkin' on 'em, cockin' the MAC back Finna make yo' neck snap like a new swag track The nigga with an attitude in a Rag Coupe swoopin' this Westside ruthless in a roofless Little niggas askin' who was diss who Won't you ask yo' big homie, mothafucka, been doin' this (Fool) Big pimpin' like Pimp C and Bun B Eatin' tacos in the hood, pokin' on your auntie Chrome shoes underneath and on the Harley's 18's in the back, 21's in the front of me (Uh-huh, woo) Chucks made of Louis Vuitton, bitches lickin' my balls Hopin' they can get a ring like LeBron (Come on!) Dub blowin' the bomb, still hangin' with cons Standin' next to $100,000 toys on the line (Yeah) Forever in the game, never runnin' upon Drinkin' out the brown bag, countin' money by the time (Come on, come on, come on) [Chorus: WC & Young Maylay] We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan CA, NY, M-I-A, and the Chi' Can't forget Detroit, N-O (Nigga, right) We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan Canada, Africa, UK, get alive Mexico, Tōkyō, get dough (Nigga, right) [Verse 2: All City] I'm from the city where niggas will pitch rocks And keepin' that bomb green in the cellophane zip-loc 9 thou' too cold, nigga, the Terrordome Spittin' the testimony for the gangbang Hip Hop Reppin' the Eastside, bangin' on West Fresh to death, Yankee fitted cocks lightly to the left (Yes) Evil assassin, the bastard type Nella slug through your chest like the Passion of Christ I'm in the streets wit' it, never been an industry cat Start shit, that's where the City Boy'll finish it at The trap boy still whippin' the sack A hunned thou' in the backpack Clap 50 caliber gats (Woo) They don't ask "Where you from" where I'm from Slide through the city and leavin' your brain numb Concrete slabs, the block is taped up And I'm reppin' for the city where it's all about that paper [Chorus: WC & All City] We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan CA, NY, M-I-A, and the Chi' Can't forget Detroit, N-O (Nigga, right) We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan Canada, Africa, UK, get alive Mexico, Tōkyō, get dough (Nigga, right) [Verse 3: Young Maylay] We're in the hood like ice cream trucks and liquor stores Posted up blowin' big kush blunts and get it mo' Maylay stays fizz-ie, Coach shoes, Levi's LA hat and all that, yeah, I'm from the Eastside Ridin' minibikes to Harl's (yeah), no riders Got roll down flyers to them fightin' dogs Not fancy, bruh, cars and bikes candied up Chrome shinin' like the Stanley Cup And the bitches we got so hot lookin' like models though With body exotic and tropical out the barrio (Damn) Hell yeah, and I ain't dealin' with squares 'Cause they know havin' affairs more appealin' to players And we're flockin' for the income That and big guns Mash for rashes tryna have it and then some Not 'cause I'm from it and I bang it 'cause I love it And anybody got a problem with the swag, we can run it (Come on, come on, come on) [Chorus: WC & Young Maylay x2] We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan CA, NY, M-I-A, and the Chi' Can't forget Detroit, N-O (Nigga, right) We're on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands Gettin' it from the Southland all the way to Japan Canada, Africa, UK, get alive Mexico, Tōkyō, get dough (Nigga, right)