DJ Whoo Kid - Do It For The Hood lyrics

[Intro] Ahh this sh** crazy right here Shout to Rock City Shout to Akon Shout to that boy Maino Brooklyn what up The LA Leakers baby Whoo Kid [Hook: Akon] Riding through the city with my top down And haters hate to see me when I come around Cause they already know I'm gonna shut it down No matter where I'm at I always do it for the hood I still hustle even on the holidays I'm getting to this money each and everyday They told me I should stop I do it anyway No matter where I'm at I always do it for the hood [Verse 1:Red Cafe] Wake up in the morning making President [?] Dirty rags still hood residential Deep in them back blocks plotting on a lick Pop up on them blindside make the p**y strip I want it all looks my n***as all crooks Make them s**as do the dance crooks On the rise dealer call him Godzilla [?] Making pies, super size, be my enterprise Certified hustler, we should be televised (What else) I'm a dogg from the big big city Boy I want it all believe that my hands sticky And I'm coming strapped with goons and couple cliqueys Live from the hood my n***a, no Pretty Rickys Lighting up sour high, as the Sears Tower Tell them hoes now we open 25 hours [Hook] [Verse 2: Maino] For them kids whose fathers was gang members In a world where judges just hang n***as Going at with rivals we bang n***as Then we end up in jail with them same n***as For them mothers who coping with lost sons Cops yelling freeze say f**'em and still run Hoping on that visit we praying that girl come [?] on my mind [?] I'm still from Do for my shooters and young substance abusers Growing up trapped the world calling us losers Do it for my doggs who hustle to get a hold of life Street n***a made it, look I'm the prototype Look me in my eyes, I'm a one of one n***as can you quit, ain't no one on one Ready for them dark days, there some more to come They gone say I kept it hood way before I'm done [Hook] [Verse 3: Red Cafe] Ever since I was a pup I've been a general Every scheme I ever thought about was federal Slinging medicine, but it wasn't medical Half the buildings in the neighborhood looking edible Steak on my dinner plate, mansion on the interstate Hit the hood renovate, watch the paper generate With them snow bunnies, I got'em no worries We in the town so you know its gone be snow (What else) Raised in the projects, getting cash no checks Where all the homies push weights, not Bow-flex Legalize hustle, I'm a "G" for life A dozen for the hood, I always beat the price Big wheel, big bank roll, bad broad Riding through the city, serving what they ask for Last year I clocked about 44 blocks And made them strips all white, no Clorox [Hook]