Dj Paul - Neighborhood Hoez lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Sitting back, getting by dick s**ed by the neighborhood ho East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste the powder back Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range Rove', 'bout to pound her back No strings attached, b**h might be a ho but she my homie though She got that friendly p**y, when I touch down she let my homies scope Preacher's daughter, choir every Sunday b**h you known to blow When I was on the block broke back in '04, b**h act like she ain't know me though But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes caught up in the hype See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I'm they type of n***a b**h pump your brakes, you wanna make the bed shake, get dressed and I might come get ya This ain't a date and never hesitate, you can put your lips where you like while I light my swisha "Fred you so cold on a ho," I know but I just sit back and get chose All about my stacks f** a rat b**h I'm gon' stay on ten toes Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on strip poles When I'm tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] x2 Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes My b**h say I stay f**ing with them neighborhood hoes I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I'm riding around and I'm getting it You riding around and you didn't I am riding around with semis, life's a b**h so I pimp it Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies I will dick her down so quickly I draw pistols with no pencils You know what I'm here for, that's to get dough Hotter than six n***as in a Pinto with the vents closed Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo I like a girl that like doing what her friend do 'Specially if it's me and I'm laying in the middle And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a trenchcoat Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo Now I'm the sh**, I remember when I was piss poor Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood And I don't have to talk too much cause my paper do it [Hook] x2