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HOOVER STREET

  1. I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
  2. Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
  3. Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
  4. Bang... Last night it was a dream
  5. This morning a fantasy back
  6. When the only fan I had was a fiend
  7. Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
  8. To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
  9. But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula
  10. See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'
  11. Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo
  12. The bad guy never once been a hoes hero
  13. He get zero, I said nada
  14. Bitch pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
  15. How'd it feel to be a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
  16. La la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
  17. Fuck with one of my real niggas
  18. (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)
  19. How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
  20. (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)
  21. How'd it feel to be a real nigga (My whole life I've been a real nigga)
  22. La la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga)
  23. Fuck with one of my real niggas
  24. (It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
  25. How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
  26. I done jumped off my ass
  27. Hit the lick and barely passed but I quickly got to balling
  28. 2012 ain't really happen
  29. So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning
  30. Had roaches in my cereal
  31. My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him
  32. But... Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
  33. But... Click clack, pow pow pow (Boom, nigga)
  34. But... Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)
  35. Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
  36. Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink
  37. Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt
  38. Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out
  39. My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
  40. I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
  41. Orange yellow, higher than Margielas
  42. Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
  43. From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
  44. Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
  45. Whether jacking radios or sucking dick
  46. Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
  47. Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
  48. To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with work
  49. Unless we rewind and answer my church
  50. Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
  51. Around the same time all you niggas was on purp
  52. My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
  53. Give me the keys, extra Fritos, chili and cheese
  54. Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
  55. The cops'll never get the lead, grandma taught me well
  56. And my uncle gun was the accessory, 211 sipping plus a robbery
  57. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome
  58. Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
  59. She always got me things that we couldn't afford
  60. The new Js and Tommy Hill in my drawers
  61. Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war
  62. We wasn't thinking of getting money then
  63. Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz
  64. Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
  65. I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
  66. But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us
  67. My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month
  68. My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups
  69. Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
  70. I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
  71. Moms used to tell me like, nigga, know who you dealing with
  72. Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
  73. Rat Tone my nigga's brother showed me my first K
  74. I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like, hey
  75. YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like, damn, nigga
  76. Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like, damn, nigga
  77. Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, nigga
  78. Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
  79. Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
  80. Gangbanging was a ritual and Grandma would help
  81. She should've never left her gun on the shelf
  82. This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome

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