South Park - In My Hood lyrics

One two buckle that fool, He's f**ing with me, if he's f**ing with you Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes Got 2 44's so I'm not home alone Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night I choke a hoe from my tow like I'm grabbing the mic They bought me a used dirt bike A year later it was used to serve white Ghetto bird on top of us, punk a** officers Mad cause my closet full of guns and Nauticas Rocking up duckies, for fiends and junkies Got more cheese than chuckies, and get my weed from uglies It's all lovely, just bought a pit-bull puppy That's guaranteed to make me a sh** full of money Man I just couldn't study, in school I was nervous So I left I can't even write in cursive. [Chorus] What do you see in my hood, I see gangsters everywhere every where What do you see in my hood, I see gangsters everywhere every where And I'm going live, liver than the rest, I told my mom while I'm lock take it as a test Up in garza west smoking on a skinny square Three more and I believe I can get me there Ill be home soon I promise that, I be trippin cause now they say my daughter rap Seven years old (I'm 8 now dad), they say she real cold, She my motherf**ing life for real though Lord knows that he got me here for a reason, What it is I don't know but yo boy breathing, They dint k** me so now them hoes gotta feel me, I been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby Last ten years been a cold jungle, In the streets selling dope to my own uncle Born thug they gonna hate me till I'm bagged up, I'm my casket i'll probably still be handcuffed. [Chorus] I come from the slums, south side Houston, Changed to screwston, the day screwed moved on And I miss em, wish I could hug and kiss em, He was asking for help but no one would listen Reminiscing acting like a fool at roxy, Jealous n***as looking but refuse to box me I don't blame em dow, I would jump on stage and flow, And holla f** the police and the radio They can't stop me, but certainly them hoes can try, I started dope house back when I was smoking fry In the penn I just wish I had one made, I swear to god these hoes hate to see us paid Just made mix-bread with roast beef Got my boy pulling meat out his gold teeth On the mic I destroy any earth-a-ling, My new song called p**y, weed, and burger king. [Chorus: x2]