Gee Bizzy Rightnow - Hoover Street lyrics

[Produced by Sounwave of Digi+Phonics] [Verse 1] I got that work, f** Labor Day, just bought a gun, f** punching in Throwing rocks, no hopscotch, bet my 9 milli' hit the right spot, bang!... Last night it was a dream This morning a fantasy back, when the only fan I had, was a fiend (Huhhuhhuh-huhhuh!) Meet me by the Acura, cause the cops like To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea But it's cool, I've been catching on to they formula See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll k** fo' Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo The bad guy, never once been a ho's hero He get zero, I said nada, b**h pa** the 'cama (Uh, yeah) How'd it feel to be a real n***a? (I'm a product of a real n***a) La-la familia (Get confronted by a real n***a) f** with one of my real n***as (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball) How'd it feel to be a real n***a? (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball) How'd it feel to be a real n***a (My whole life I've been a real n***a) La-la familia (Get confronted by a real n***a) f** with one of my real n***as (It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball) How'd it feel to be a real n***a? [Beat Change] [Hook] I done jumped up off my a** Hit the lick and barely pa**ed but I quickly got to balling 2012 ain't really happen So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him [Bridge] But... Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, n***a But... Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, n***a) But... Me Glock clock familia (Boom) [Verse 2] Find a n***a realer than me, my socks stink Eat so much p**y that my mustache pink Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt, gangsta lean help Hoodie on backwards, with the eyes cut out My hate felt my .45 elder, poetry's deep I never fail ya, ScHoolboy bust flame: orange-yellow Higher than Margielas, since a young n***a I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout Think about it, the smoker ain't got sh** and everyday He still get a hit, whether jacking radios or s**ing dick Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't f**ing with work Unless we rewind, and answer my church Times getting harder, than my dick on a growth spurt Around the same time, all you n***as was on purp, my sober a** Was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck - Freeze! Give me the keys, extra Fritos, chili and - Cheese! Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes, before I - Leave! The cops'll never get the lead, grandma taught me well And my uncle gun, was the accessory, 211 sipping, plus a robbery This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome [Hook] I done jumped up off my a** Hit the lick and barely pa**ed but I quickly got to balling 2012 ain't really happen So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him [Bridge] But... Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, n***a But... Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, n***a) But... Meet Glock clock familia (Boom) [Verse 3] Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more She always got me things, that we couldn't afford The new Js and Tommy Hill in my drawers Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war We wasn't thinking of getting money then Nor did I wonder why, my uncle done sold his Benz Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down I also notice moms be locking doors, when he around But anyways, his wife done left him and now he living with us My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups Knocking on the door telling me to "Hurry up!", he in a rush I gave it to him, then got my a** whipped for doing it Moms used to tell me like, "n***a, know who you dealing with." Them was the good days ,'til I was raised the older ways Rat-Tone, my n***a's brother showed me my first K I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like - HEY!YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like -"Daaaaaamn, n***a" Then again - YAWK, YAWK! We like, "Daaaaaamn, n***a!" Hearing him say "Cuz'", turned us to a faaaaaan, n***a! Later on he got locked, so now we're taking his fades Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page Gangbanging was a ritual and Grandma would help She should've never left her gun on the shelf This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome [Hook] I done jumped up off my a** Hit the lick and barely pa**ed but I quickly got to balling 2012 ain't really happen So I guess it's back to trapping, eyes open night to morning Had roaches in my cereal My uncle stole my stereo, my grandma can't control him [Bridge] But... Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, n***a But... Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, n***a) But... Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)