The Hoodstarz - 4 In The Morning lyrics

[Scoot] I mean shout out to my n***as in the Ice man. It's ABCG still n***a, RIP Stone (Hook) [Scoot] 4 in the morning and we still up And we ain't going in till we banked up Red lights on the black and white But n***as out here dying tryna live that life [Lil Rod] And when we trapping them bands, you know we do it right On the road to success, sipping the dirty sprite [600] And we'll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right And we'll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right [Verse 1: Scoot] And if you scared go to church I prayed to the Game God but it didn't work 4 in the morning and we still up Scared to d**h of losing tryna get it up Keep the music down, check the rearview Where I'm from a red light'll be the d**h of you Smoking snorting sipping popping numb the pain I lose another n***a I'ma go insane Soft off-white coke on a dope plate I'm outside strapped down grinding in the rain We got that Pat Sajak, bring the fortune back I got that Bob Barker white, if the price is right [Verse 2: Band-Aide] And I swore that I wouldn't go back to selling That same sh** that had my mama selling my game gifts Just for a base hit, now they got me back on my Basics, back in the kitchen whipping this cake mix n***a back to the yayo, something that I swore I Wouldn't sell, but I'm back to the pyrex, arm and hammer and a Scale, I'm back to the baggies I'm back to the knocks, the Block, I'm back where it started, back to running from the Cops, I'm back to this bullsh** chasing chicken in the Chicken sh**, when you chasing chicken for your lawyer fees and Lawyer ?, so I'ma keep chasing till my money stretch Or my feet blister or your price is right mister Holla, at me, B, n***a (Hook) [Verse 3: Lil Rod] I'm tryna get this sh** up, ain't going home tonight I get it in all day, be trapping all night Born trife, I'm motivated to get it Never thought I'd see the day I put Boonts on back of my fitted You know that I stay with it, on my hip I keep a Nia Long Get it out a b**h or talk chicken through a microphone Don't matter, either way I'm putting on I'm still gunning for Lik and popping off for Stone Tell them n***as hold on, I ain't finished yet n***as on that internet-banging get the mini-Tek If you talking bout chicken I'm all in Live life like no tomorrow, wake up and do it again It's the 1 [Verse 4: 600] I grew up in the hood where every block got a brother A sinner, I eat a n***a face just for dinner Locked up no Jadakiss, got k**ers on D-Block When it's trife in the hood I push sheetrock Heavy when I Chris Rock, k**uminati 2Pac You know Lil Rod gon shoot if he see a opp Bearfaced we the MOB, hit us if you need a job I'm turnt up, got a cup of that Young Screw Still trapping, Hoodstar like young Scoot Look in my eyes, that's pain staring at you The homie do bad, I toss a four lateral Mix the coke with the baking soda that's compatible Thank you (Hook) [Verse 5: ?] Still getting free bands, why you n***as hating on me? Got my main b**h in the bed waiting on me Four in the morning, still up trapping Got my lil n***a with me and he trigger happy Lost a lot of n***as to the street life Got some n***as in the pen facing 25 I'm damn near dozing when I'm getting high So I'ma keep sipping till I catch a nod Two whole zannies in a two liter And I been a young felon, you n***as misdemeanors I met G-Dirty off in Santa Rita Now I'm posted all night, strapped with the nina Knocks keep blowing up my trap phone If you ain't talking bout chicken hear the dial tone Still out rocking for my n***a Stone First n***a on the block, catch me early morn' (Hook)