Clyde Carson - So Hood lyrics

[E-A-Ski talking] Hell yeah... E-A-Ski, CMT track...ha ha ha Yeah Bullys Wit Fullys part 3 Messy Marv, Guce, Fillmoe', Hunters Point, it don't stop, let's go [Verse 1: Messy Marv] I'm switchin' lanes with them stunnas on my face Chop in the trunk, wally on my waist Back in the game n***a feelin' like Mase Red J Jonas with the red shoe lace Deuces on the load, rocks in my load The ice in my mouth keep my Nextel froze Have you ever seen a scrape with the Lamborghini doors b**h I thizz and play with my nose [Guce] The girls, the girls they love me It's the project lover But I'm gang banger, and a drug smuggler Gucey Guce, dope boy with the cake mix I'm naked with it in the kitchen doin' late shift See I been bout it, other n***as rap about it If you got it cuz, then blood better ask about it We in the drama, bangin' the hammers, orangutans Goin' bananas in the game, throwin' up the gang [Clyde Carson - Chorus:] When I roll up, streets show love I just wanna be on the block with my thugs I just wanna sit in the drop on my dubs Open up the doors and turn the beat up, cause I'm from the ghetto baby, I'm from the hood When in my ghetto baby, I know I'm good [Verse 2: Messy Marv] These n***as got toolies but that ain't no heat I'll slap one of you n***as like a E-A-Ski beat I had these Girbauds on full bout a week Ya boy look grimy but the money look sweet You got me f**ed up, b**h this the Bay Me and every n***as do this sh** all day I'll lay everybody down in the room But whatever I do I'mma stay a tycoon [Guce] Aaaa.... What you know bout bricks and traps Bullys Wit Fullys is a gang in all black and strapped I'm not a rapper, I'm a street n***a I'm so hungry with this heat tryin' to eat n***a Real talk we in this b**h buyin' out the bar Talk sh** I'll make this cold iron hot to yo jaw Represent gangstas, two step hustlers Hands in the air you gettin' cookies on sight [Hook] [Verse 3: Messy Marv] Stunna on mine, and all on a ho Richmond, Vallejo, the City, and the O Gang dog Blood, oh what you didn't know Good weed in my mouth, mac on the floor You ridin' with a star, b**h feelin' like whoa She feelin' like stay but I'm feelin' like go And I ain't got nothin' against the new bay I used to ride through with Fab n***a back in the day [Guce] You already know Bullys Wit Fullys is so hood Guce and Tay now we got Mess, the n***a so hood Pill Music got you sort of like some wet wet You in the club gang bangin' throwin' up ya set Me and Mess dog runnin' the game 600 back to back dog huggin' the lane Yeah this .50 Cal., make it worth ya while Everybody goin' dumb off a half of pound [Hook]