Boyz in da Hood

Lyrics

[Intro] (Paper Route Empire) (16 Zips) Ayy, where you at, bruh? Yeah I'm 'bout to get ready to pull up, give me ten minutes, bro, I'm on the way Yeah Uh, yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes Welcome to my hood, bruh This where it go down at (Listen to this track, bitch) [Verse 1] I got racks in my front and back pockets (Racks, racks) I got racks in my front and back pockets (Racks, racks) I got racks in my front and back pockets (Racks, racks) Thirty more P's of strong in the closet (Nothin' but strong) I just left the bank and made a huge deposit (Woo) Nigga, I don't know your bitch, but did I fuck her? [Interlude] (Paper Route Empire) Ayy, where you at, bruh? Yeah I'm 'bout to get ready to pull up, give me ten minutes, bro, I'm on the way Yeah Uh, yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes Welcome to my hood, bruh This where it go down at (Listen to this track, bitch) [Verse 1] I got racks in my front and back pockets (Racks, racks) Thirty more P's of strong in the closet (Nothin' but strong) I just left the bank and made a huge deposit (Woo) Nigga, I don't know your bitch, but did I fuck her? Probably (Haha) Lookin' out the window with that AK like I'm Malcolm (X) Wrap 'em, then I pack 'em (Woah), she suck me like a vacuum (Damn) They hatin', fuck 'em, tax 'em You should come see me in action (Ayy) I catch it, then I pass it (It's gone), I left it in the plastic (Uh-huh) Rally stripes on the Chevelle with some big-ass rims (Pull up) Five chains on with a brand new pair of Timbs (Dope boy) I got junkies cuttin' the grass and pitbulls in the crib (Hey, hey) I'm shootin' dice with the Bloods and sellin' dope with the Crips (It's Dolph) [Chorus] Boys in the hood (Ayy), we livin' good (Yeah) Got a trunk full of pounds in that Fleetwood (Hey, hey) Boys in the hood (Yeah), young entrepreneur (Yeah) You know I keep that banger with me, I wish a nigga would (Ayy, ayy) Boys in the hood (Boys in the hood), boys in the hood (Boys in the hood) My homie just called me and said them boys in the hood (Woop-woop) Boys in the hood (Damn), boys in the hood (Boys in the hood) Everybody know that we them boys in the hood (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] I came up with my boys in the hood for real (Paper Route Business) Who your jeweler, nigga? Is them diamonds real? (Get the fuck outta here) Who your mama, bitch? Is that ass real? (Woah) She told me come and grab it just so I know that it's real (Ayy) Pulled up at the club with my boys from the hood (Yup) Got fifty niggas with me, my boy, please don't make me do it, ayy Whole club full of trappers and bad bitches everywhere (It's Dolph) I pulled up at the club, threw the show money in the air (What?) Came in the game rockin' ice and drivin' coupes Roll a blunt, pour a deuce (Yup), since day one, I been the truth (Yup) Pockets fat like Bruce Bruce (Yup), drive a bad bitch cuckoo (Crazy) Smokin' gas, watchin' the big screen Lil' Jimmy on South Central screaming out, "Hoover Deuce" [Chorus] Boys in the hood (Ayy), we livin' good (Yeah) Got a trunk full of pounds in that Fleetwood (Hey, hey) Boys in the hood (Yeah), young entrepreneur (Yeah) You know I keep that banger with me, I wish a nigga would (Ayy, ayy) Boys in the hood (Boys in the hood), boys in the hood (Boys in the hood) My homie just called me and said them boys in the hood (Woop-woop) Boys in the hood (Damn), boys in the hood (Boys in the hood) Everybody know that we them boys in the hood (Ayy)