Conejo - Hood Life lyrics

Scar face 2 homie, feeling good than ah muthuf**er Been all up in the Mid West, been all up in the East Coast Dirty South, yeah, but right now we touching down in Los Angeles Got my boy Ernie G on the one's and two's It's ah high caliber exclusive Scar face 2 the mix tape Been on the run for ah minute, but still I did it And every time I spit it, I know you hearing The b**hes cheering, small waist no panties All I do is catch cases I don't get no grammys Them STS caddys drive me to the hood Where the dukes stay posted, 28 where they stood Let's get some food, from Pete Burgers and sh** Then maybe go to the village, and catch ah flick Homie white girl's thick she ah USC student In the parking lot bumping, and the hoe was grooving I'm disapproving, of all you weak a** s**as Ain't even from ah varrio trying to rock some Chucker's Muthuf**as, I know you loving my slang Call me Scar face 2 from that notorious gang They like damn, homie back again Get ah joint get ah 40 I suggest you attend This the hood life This the hood life This the hood life This the hood life I hang tough on the block with the muthuf**en k**ers But I rather make some money with the neighborhood dealers They feel us, across the whole South West And just like me, they got some tats on they chest Chino G Midget Loco homie Spanky and Snipes Ese all up in the kitchen and they cooking it right It sound tight, and the movement strong Let me stop for ah second take ah hit from the bong And this for the Raza, but I ain't Frost Homie Big C Loco, the criminal boss You get tossed, you some studio gangsters We just left the club with some female dancers Know the answers, to the questions you ask Ese why I'm so dope why your a** so whack Fall back, you ain't got no stacks All the riders on my team stay strapped with mags This the hood life