The Lox - Hood Cake Lyrics
[Styles P:]All I ever knew was kingpins and gangstasLife start to change when you sitting around bankersInvestors, back when the Benz made the compressorI compress my weed and never lost the textureWent to get 50, they threw me 50 extraHighly appreciate the real strong gestureSchool of Hard Knocks, I never filled a semesterFully loaded 9 with the big WinchesterLouch sold coke, Kiss sold cokeI sold coke, we all sold dopeRight around the time I couldn't look at my old folksOn my block shit, pop shit, getcha nose broke***** around, let a shot flyAin't a minute of the day that I'm not highReal nigga, I ain't switch up yetWe load heavy, hope Chevy make the pick up vetWhether blood or a crip, yeah I stick up setsSo I used too, now I'm getting money off of juice tooI'm international, not rationalYou do what I say or you do what I ask you tooLooking at the work like I get shit offLooking at the hammer like I set shit offTake head shots so you can take that vest shit offLOX nigga, know we keep the best shit dog[Jadakiss:]Hip-Hop depreciates the value of luxuryPersonally, I won't allow you to ***** with me15 a sack, bundles is 150You just had to be there, the money would come quicklyVery obedient with the cakeCause I'm the ingredients in the cakeOne place you'd never see me is by the JakeBig cigars, martini's by the lakeYou still get a hundred by the faceMy connect still speak no inglesSays a lot about you if you hating meTurn a little bit of dough into a bakeryBunch of copycats, a lot of fakeryBecoming a monster, that's cause you making meI just wanna know who else is this strongGenerating this amount of money for this longShots pass your crewYellow gold kilo, Yacht Master IIPut your wallies dip so the top match the blueCouple more shots I might blast ya boosCan't judge so they rape this shitI stand behind mine, got faith in itI just sell it, I don't make this shitI got work to do, I got cake to get[Sheek Louch:]Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake,It's hard to see the Snakes, Snakes, Snakes,They ain't thugs, they Jake, Jake, Jake, JakesFound their bodies in the bottom of these great lakesDo I think he the king?Never that bro, hol' up give that nigga a dapNow these lame ass artists gotta think when they rapIts almost back to the boom bapIt's no lyrical apps to download when I walk the ground foldI'm heavy out the Chevy I dump for reload, DONNIEWas something out a magazinePretty ***** whip something out a magazineGun on me, clip? Nah that's a magazineI make money flip easy, no trampolineI done made a millie, P and Kiss made a millieHood could of if he wasn't acting sillyBut no hard feelingsI ain't even in the hood now, no more chillingChasing money, jumping off the tour bus posing for IG flicksAll around these chicksI ain't OG, it's Rakim and Kane and themI came right before Baby and Wayne and themAll these new niggas spit more pain than themLOX, you'll never be the same as them
