[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
(Earl on the Beat)
Hood
(OG Parker)
Let's go
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over b*tches, MOB
fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?
Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars
Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card
Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard
Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars
Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw
Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war)
They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)
He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
fu*k all this sh*t, I don't cherish it
I see these ni**as acting hard, they characters
Say you was serving, but ni**a used to walk to the store
Had to trap out by graveyard to [0:48] grove
Real ni**a, fu*k all that clout, y'all hoes
In the trap, same clothes, it don't never close
Run when you see 12, better not open that door (fu*k 12)
fu*k that, jump off the patio (I'm gone)
I was stayin' down with K-Town by it's 3014 sh*t, the playground
I was just sharp with the strap in the book bag
Came from the west, in the airport, touchdown
Check my watch, I'm screamin' time
Bustdown, trappin', learned how to survive
Watch for the camouflage, they in disguise
I cannot dwell on her, I bought a [?][1:07]
My b*tch say she need me, fu*k it, bye, huh
Say you want my chain, try
Wanna know what I bang? Glocks
Whole different spot for the lean in the rocks
This sh*t in my blood, I blame my pops
Money for real, this sh*t ain't no props
fu*k all that talkin', let off some shots
One in the head, this sh*t already co*ked (Boom)
Run up on me, I'ma send you to God
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over b*tches, MOB
fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?
Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars
Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card
Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard
Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars
Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw
Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war)
They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)
He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)
[Verse 2: Robnhood Tra]
Yeah, yeah
Jump out with that stick, ni**a try it, I'm darin' him
ni**a tell you what, I'ma pull up, embarrass him
Kill you, you, you, you, you and the rest of them
Racks, Glocks, sticks, yes, we carry them (Carry)
And your opp, [?][2:02]
Spin the whole block, get in there
Chop a ni**a top, beheading 'em
I catch your big homie, a fu*k ni**a carry 'em
Shoot up the work and I shoot up the veteran
They know that it's us, so you know we ain't sparin' 'em
Scope that boy out, now that chopper put air in him
My young ni**a throwed, probably shoot at the ambulance
Whip out the stick, turn that boy to the running man
These ni**as some b*tches, I call 'em Juwanna Mann
Too many digits, I need me some rubber bands
Hoppin' out the cut, boogeyman
These ni**as ain't Superman
Whole lot of sticks, Zulu man
Real blood diamond, African
I hang with the Taliban like in Afghanistan
He say that he the plug, but he really the dope man
Whole lotta diamonds, I feel like a snowman (Lil' b*tch)
Fear of God drip, but I'm not fearin' no man
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I put that money over b*tches, MOB
fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job?
I gotta eat and they want me to starve
Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob?
Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars
Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card
Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha)
I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard
Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard
Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars
Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw
Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off
Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it
I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war)
They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy)
He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried)
[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
These ni**as really be scary
Don't even compare me, these little boys Larry
Pull up in all black like I was allergic to dairy
Reppin'-ass ni**a, they startin' to get arrogant
Trapped out the flea market by Candler and McAfee
You know I got it, why the fu*k you askin' me?
These ni**as ad-libs, they come after me
Pistol whip 'em, assault with battery
Can't wait to catch that ni**a, keep at-ing me
Big dog status, no license to carry
MPR with the beat, they twenty like Harriet
Tito and Wicc, they been with me since Candler
Rocky was ready to do 'em on camera
fu*k it, we gotta get 'em all, no sparin' 'em
Thought he was real, he turned out to be a scammer
.308 in Dracos, we go to the opps' hood
Ain't got no job, how I'ma not jugg?
They keep on shoppin', it must be good
Straight out the 'partments, you can just call me Hood
Blue hundreds cripping, I got 'em in blood (Shh)
b*tch, shut up, I'm talkin' to the plug
Run into an opp, he got swept up under the rug
ni**a switched up, but I don't give a fu*k
[Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Pussy-ass ni**a