Young Buck - I Luv Da Hood lyrics

[Intro] (Young Buck) G-Unit n***a Yea b**h you n***as know what it is with me n***a Dirty south in this muthaf**er Young Buck n***a you know where Im from Ca$hville n***a [Get money]Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too b**h [Damn...] [Verse] [Young Buck] Bulletwounds and tattooes is how I show my pain Im gone so much my little girl dont know my name My palms covered in residue from c**aine Been on the block since 6 in the morning The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (f** Y'all) When they need to borrow something they put their hands out Little kids start running when they see my car coming Just looking at me will make a n***a start hustlin I aint a start nothing I just know how to count know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out Lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [Im so illegal] I cant even feed you what they put in the needles Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal You can call me country but dont call me broke (Why) We got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon n***a [Chorus] [Young Buck] sh** aint really all good but I luv da hood All I need is my weed I luv da hood We aint living like we should but I luv da hood But they still Tennekee yea I luv da hood sh** aint really all good but I luv da hood All I need is my weed I luv da hood We aint living like we should but I luv da hood But they still Tennekee come and get it [Verse] [Game] They say can remember Whoo Kid let it ride f**in wit G-Unit i let the Desert fly (gunshot) Ridin thru Ca$hville wit Buck throwin my dubs up For those who don't know that stand for west side I blast on my enemies f** you if you aint kinnin me Knock your top off like Kennedy Then sip hennesy Ridin thru Tennessee If you need coke Young Buck got the remedies I got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly Put em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive If you only need 1 you aint gotta come I just pack it up and strap it to a b**h' thigh You ever seen a Impala drive Seen hollows fly Seen yellow tape everytime Its a homicide When it's drama i pull the glock from my waist n***as tried to make my mama cry It's G-Unit n***a You better recognize I'll put you in the grave for that sh** that Joe Budden Tried I remember right there when my brother died Then 2pac, Biggie Smalls and some other guys So me and my homies ride With a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9's n***as tried to k** me but it wasnt time I took 5 shots from my own brother' 9 Went into a coma woke up in the hospital Cops said they found d** I said it wasnt mine Bad boy but i wouldnt shine Matter fact wouldnt sh** Thought that cos i wouldnt sign Now its G Unit n***a read between the lines b**h [Chorus] [Young Buck] sh** aint really all good but I luv da hood All I need is my weed I luv da hood We aint living like we should but I luv da hood But they still tennekee yea I luv da hood sh** aint really all good but I luv da hood All I need is my weed I luv da hood We aint living like we should but I luv da hood But they still Tennekee come and get it