the hood
• Written by HLP
1 car
2 gs
3bitches
4grams on me im about to make
5 figures
6 letters in my name
7 days a week im writing making me
8 this game
9 in my pocket, dont make me count to
10 because i might just pop it
all over your girls face
all over your moms face
all over your aunties face
going through the whole race
listen to the dirty base
hold tight the local mace
i love that place
what a madness place
seeing the local jakes
the local snakes
and the local you got a spare fag mate
ive had enough of hood
ive had enough of yard
clouds in the way so
i cant be a star
ma"s looking sad
so i gotta go hard
i gotta write barz
need fags but i aint
got sterlings
so im gonna have to cut
the silk of ya birds minge
and maybe take your pearl rings
im broke and i like nice things
like ice diamond rings
and high value tings
what i can walk round in
and mans say h sick bling bling
aint got a ring
but always got a ting
that thinks there my thing
but i just bang it and fling
and put in the bin
with the rest of my din
this place is mashed
this place is fucked
full of scabby youth
running there luck
hopping there grams
of bud dont get took
by the dogs in dark
you cant see them
but you can hear them bark
red and blue lights
surrounding the area
somate like that disease called malaria
were not scared of ya
your a dickhead
mind your own biz
before irl strangle
ya with your hi vis
then you wont see nutin
because you will be
under the ground
at least 2 foot in.
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HLP
Member since August 18 2014