Young Tre - So Ruff lyrics

Geah Geah Geah Hoo-Bang, n***a Some of that futuristic sh** For that a** Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough n***as test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to driveby I slide through, scoop up four and ride high Strap under the seat my hood technique As I destroy your block like _Dante's Peak_ Feel me, partly a k**er, clocker for fun On my turf puttin in work since day one Y'all ain't heard enough about a n***a singin the blues n***as bendin in two's while y'all watch the news John Walsh, wash me up, you're crazy Havin my face captured 180 Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, f** The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck [ Hook ] Sometimes in the hood it's so rough That makes n***as from the hood stay tough Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x) [ VERSE 2 ] I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin When they ask make fast and start heatin n***as ain't f**in around - dodge mine Drop yours, b**h, and lay that a** down Keep your face to the ground, don't even look No positive ID and all the money was took Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches Took a trip across town just to floss my riches b**hes turn into n***as and start yappin One more hit on your house where y'all nappin Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour The hollow point shower The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3 ] My n***as disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it Stay down, Hoo-Bangin n***as takin over G's in lows puttin holes up in a Rover Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes Real thugs hail from the west, first rule In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips First n***as to drive by sendin tricks on trips First n***as to hit yo town and set up shop Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats Pepetratin Fresh Coast, tryin to roll our streets Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite Lucky though, I give you a pa** and let you go I'mma catch you on the road at another rap show [ Hook ] Geah Hoo-Bang, n***a That makes n***as from the turf stay tough Geah Westside, you know Sometimes in the hood it's so rough Geah, you know what we do That makes n***as from the turf stay tough