Tytuł: Hood Stuck

• Wykonawca: Ludacris
• Wyświetleń: 244

[Chorus (Ludacris)]
  Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
  (Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
  I'm talk bout da Westside, westside nigga wha?
  (Westside, westside nigga wha?)
  Northside, northside nigga wha?
  (Northside, northside nigga wha?)
  Southside, southside nigga wha?
  (Southside, southside nigga wha?)
  
  [Ludacris]
  Good luck, time to get hood stuck
  Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff
  Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
  Last summer, got da hook up
  You know what I did
  Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the BeBe Kids
  Type of rat, sat on my ass
  And fiendin' for cash
  Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
  Now what we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
  and whats up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
  I love women so I'm in it to win it
  In it to green
  In it to get in it and get in it again
  You got two booties so you whippin yo chin
  And I don't blame you
  I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da snow and make angels
  My ice piece dangle
  make my chest look older
  Touch it and fall apart like yo High school folder
  I'ma Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
  Shady park resident and southside Rider
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Ludacris]
  Get back, time to get hood jacked
  Gold chain, took dat
  World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and Hoodrats
  Becareful what you look at
  cause you lookin to long
  You might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too long
  I'm gettin nutt while I'm singin this song
  and there is enough for everybody in da party
  while ya'll hittin da bong
  But ya'll be hittin my schlong
  you play the flute quite nicely
  When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty
  Oh no, you suckas didn't request back up
  Broads I seem to rack up
  When I pull da gold acta
  Get slapped up
  Drove up da wall
  Put it in Reverse
  you can hope for the best, but expect the worst
  You at a place like some D's on a Hurst
  Its quite funny
  Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny
  It seems as if thats what I need
  Filthy south and Ds
  Thats why I roll in from da Southside breeze
  Give it to me now
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Ludacris]
  Your pick time to get hood sick
  Hit'em wit a good lick
  Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
  EastSide Ruthless
  WestSide leave 'em clueless
  my Northside mackers got dis broads actin foolish
  And do this for a living
  while you stuck up in yo cubicle
  Nightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautiful
  Women break a cuticle
  Ballas break bread
  Southside, I represent it till I'm dead
  What wha
  
  [Chorus x2]