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(Sheek Louch Hook):

Where my hood at

Where dem red and blue flags

Where dat good at

Somebody tell them hood rats to come up front

And let the club know ima smoke my blunt

Verse 1 Styles P:

Money green weed green hoodrat hardblack

Never let em see where u live where u park at

Never let em know how you get it dislodge that

Never let the beef ride long go squash that

You can shoot it out

Or go peace it up

If we was in jail I would make you give your sneakers up

Cause I'm a lawless and I spray shit

Fortyfour make niggas look like crayfish

Cause you seafood so go on sleep wit em

I don't trust lil niggas I don't eat wit em

Matter fact ima keep it street wit em

I don't like ya style I don't even speak wit em

I keep a g from the get go real go getter

And I let my shit blow

U don't wanna get ya shit blown

I got the hawk you don't wanna get ya shit broke

(Sheek Louch Hook):

Where my hood at

Where dem red and blue flags

Where dat good at

Where dem vanillas

Where dat sticky

Where my right hand man with the blicky

Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front

And let the club know ima smoke my blunt *****

This aint guchy this aint prada this street shit

I'm *****in wit ya nigga sonata

Sheek Looch verse 2

Yo it's never goin to b another

Shock the world with that half face gorilla cover

Clip on top eachother

Now everybody wanna listen to the sheek

Funny I'm on the plane watchin gettin to the greek

20 thousand when I land just to listen when I speak

Bully he in my will somewhere he like bleek

Long as I'm alive high like peace all that's why my shades on

Used to be in love with nia long

Donny aint around now I talk bout vietcong

It means more *****es more haters on my schlong

But I don't go back and forth me no ping pong

Donny at your door like avon

DING DONG

Yeah me and my e hall pop them things off with the glock

Then later we pop plinko

Ha amazing aint it if u can a better picture

Then go head and paint it

(Sheek Louch Hook):

Where my hood at

Where dem red and blue flags

Where dat good at

Where dem vanillas

Where dat sticky

Where my right hand man with the blicky

Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front

And let the club know ima smoke my blunt *****

This aint guchy this aint prada this street shit

I'm *****in wit ya nigga sonata

Styes P Verse 3:

Bang like them white boys in mash pits

Hawktoo spit on your favorite rapper he's not shit

My catalouge is collosus blunt for the prelude

One for the process

Perform where they swarm with fully loaded objects

Make it clearer than polish spring

I'm reachin for my phone cause I hear it before it ring

I'm reachin for my gun cause I hear it before it ring

In the hood I'm a muse

Phantom and ferril demoliton in the booth

Slicker then the oil that you get at the massuse

Chrome thing with the cone head in the goose

Added in the coup subtract it when I shoot

Get it in with a axe and some matches and a noose

You have no idea all the havoc I produce

Till it's way too late the grey matters on your shoes

(Sheek Louch Hook):

Where my hood at

Where dem red and blue flags

Where dat good at

Where dem vanillas

Where dat sticky

Where my right hand man with the blicky

Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front

And let the club know ima smoke my blunt *****

This aint guchy this aint prada this street shit

I'm *****in wit ya nigga sonata

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