Ludacris - Hood Stuck lyrics

[Chorus (Ludacris)] Eastside, eastside n***a wha? (Eastside, eastside n***a what?) I'm talk bout da Westside, westside n***a wha? (Westside, westside n***a wha?) Northside, northside n***a wha? (Northside, northside n***a wha?) Southside, southside n***a wha? (Southside, southside n***a 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 a** And fiendin' for cash Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pa** 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 s**as 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]