Layed back feelin hood type of hip hop
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Story behind the song
If you listen to the hook it's about feelin hood. If you from the hood you know what that means. Whether it be ridin on your enemies or handlin whatever business needs handled.
Lyrics
[Hook]
One mo day hangin round the way niggas gettin sprayed wit the k. I'm feelin hood today, It's ghetto and I'm bout to stay.[repeat 2x]
[Talbray]
Yungmindz we still wit it, Yungmindz we still get it together and split it if yo homies ducktaped nobody knows who did it. My memories vivid, real niggas won't forget it, they won't admit it. That I'm sick, when I rip, flip, hop scotch or skip. Leave holes in yo shit, when bullets fly by ya hip, out the clip. Can't sip wit a hole in ya lip. Look outside we might'a stolen ya whip, ya wallet and the fuckin ho that ya with. So go and get who ya goin ta get cause they'll get hit likr the blunts that I lit now ya know that's gangsta shit. [talking] One mo day hangin round the way niggas gettin sprayed wit the k, I'm feelin hood today, it's ghetto and I'm bout ta stay.
[hook]
[Brandon]
[whispers]Listen!
Competition when I cock the ammunition. You rockin that repetition.I'm unlockin the recognition I need to succeed in the game and I need to consistently rip anybody within my vicinity. They sendin me ta cause envy and it worked them hatas resentin me. All them chickenheads wobblin wobblin tryin ta tempt me and I'm gettin bent g. Got one bitch but I'm seein two asses grabbin every booty and smackin it as it passes fill them shot glasses. I'm gettin faded, radio rhymes is overrated, rhymin and drinkin till I'm heavily seddated. If you ain't noticed I'm coo coo. Sendin them bullets straight through you. Workin my voodoo on you til ya spittin with no clue as to what you gon do?
[Talbray]
Make ya girl booty jump when I slide in the club. I'm broke but these rhymes gon buy me a bottle of that BUD because they lovin me. Visions of rubbin me suckin me. Bitch niggas duckin me. Why? cause they know that I got the snub on me. Ya betta believe I buck homey, ya don't know me, like obie, with a fly tendoroni not too thick not too bony. Gotta have teeth that shine like a chromie. When I leave the club got plans of em ridin my pony.
[Brandon]
I be smoken a fat sack to relax. While I stack and I be kickin it back. Smilin cause my weed got no tax. I'm the type a thug tearin the club down not up. Corrupt flows is about to erupt. So kick yo feet up, listen up, gettin niggas crunkt up. And I'm gonna let it bump. Don Juan'en em till the sun come up. Nigga what's up, pull a seat up, grab a cup, fill it up till it's bubblin up wit the syrup can't keep up food in ya gut comin up. Betta re-up grab another cup fill it up. I be the bigga whigga that rippin it up. Dickin phat booty bitches up. Skinny niggas jump when I'm rollin up system on bump. Roll it up, toke it up, throw it up, ready ta dump. Up in the trunk be the pistol grip pump. Runnin from the scene of the crime like Forrest Gump. White as a sheet. Facin defeat wannabe g you don't want no beef cause I'm knockin out teeth.
[hook together]
