Maastricht, nederland, wigger, holland
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,160
Peak in subgenre #120
Author
Westthug Ft. Drive By Records
Rights
(C)2006, All Rights Reserved.
Uploaded
January 19, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:56
Story behind the song
It is the soundtrack of a game: Hood BrothaZ
Lyrics
Yo Hood brothaz
yeah its me lil g from crowland
with my friend yeah we grew up in de same hood
its all good shirt don't match with shoe's
weed smoking moterfucka fo life
choking in a cigaret
fucking in ya bed lets bet no money no hoe so what ya gonna do
it's threesixty hittin the flow, yo rolling with ma ho' cruisin with ma bitches, now you playing a game, and i'm the story teller i'm in full command, everything goes through my hand, i'm the leader, the chosen one, nobody can kill me not even with a gun, i'm bullitproof, like a shaolin monk, to fast for you stupid drunk, ass, ho, bitches, money, style cars, everything you want, but just out off grasp.
just ask fo mo so ya can run out da slums,
got in ya left hand ya gun rigt ya moms
what cha gonna do kill fo money never see ya moms
or go work
tell no to drugz
keep it real be the man with the hand gun
Mackz 'n uziz, gangz and hoz, micz an playaz, me and no showz, serious killin going on, neva saw moms, people beeing selfish, only lookin out for home flesh, lotta money rotating, people on the dash followd by the five-O, yo, drive bys is a daily activity, peepz dying on the porch, bullits penetrating, grabbing yo gun, this aint no fun
ill be tha don neva wanna have a son
to many violence in the city it needs to stop
hearing the police drive through the downtown every body's scared running no luv what happend to the youth wanna have the trutht
ppl dieing at a early age
we be taking lives, ho we tink we are, holy peepz?, no we just scum g's , slums, killaz and robbaz, the worst kind, we cant get no salvation, it's more like elimination, this aint no sensation, but we makin the best outta it, this killing shit, workin our way up,
ill be teaching the kids how to be a man a playa a pimp
small things looking big fo ya fo me its nothing taking bullets wife spending night with ya best frind fo crack well dad i give a fuck well my dad ask me if i did give a fuck if i lived or died yeah wanna live fo my son holy angels come save me
workin up te become legends, important people, tru ballaz, i also wanna have 2 houses 7 cars, an elictric quitar, jaccuzi's, how did i get this all, when i lived a live of uzi's?, nine millaz, and killaz, i grew up hustlin, the streetz were ma home, now everythangs gone, but i earned ma respect, heck, time to die...
