JT Machinima - Yo Hood Ain't Hood Enough lyrics

Role Call: Michael Total psycho Just signed up for Geico Are your rates high? Hell if I know HA Money I spend, is money I stole Just bought myself an oversized home With a housewife who blows my dough On expensive cars and lypo b*tch But you now, it ain't that bad I'm a good husband and a greater dad (Yeah right) But I feel like Walter White Cuz you know I like to go Breaking Bad Screw you I hate you dad Son of a b**h you TAKE IT BACK Time for me to see my shrink Goddam it my family's wack [Franklin:] Get back cheap hoes I'm with repo So people on these streets know I won't be no hero Check yo' ego This won't be easy bro Like GTA with cheat codes You won't get sh** for free, NO Street cred? Have a lot If you don't think I'm bad enough When I'm on the track it's like NASCAR Jeff Gordon thinks I'm fast enough Grab a gun, rob a bank Hit the club, make it rain Tits and a**, it's all the same I wanna hear you scream my name This is the life All my homies have been lookin' for What you think we brought this mothaf**in' ruckus for? We 'bout to bust you up Your future's lookin' rough Boy f** your hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough [Trevor:] Knock knock, it's Trevor Craziest crackhead redneck ever When I'm in the co*kpit I'm pretty clever But other than that? Well, never Kind of overdue for a checkup Couldn't give a sh** Cuz I'm gonna make cheddar All about the money, nothing better Sick of this trailer GOD I need a new setup Gimme all you got you wench Don't have cash, write a CHECK Riding 'round the desert Taking all that I can get YEEHAW Crystal Meth, on my breath I don't get too much s** Don't got much hair on my head Look like sh**, smell like d**h Scuba divin', air glidin' Fighter jets and bear fightin' Customizin' all my rides Ask the ladies, cuz they're likin' You and me, that ain't right That ain't gonna be a fair fight You'll leave the scene in a body bag Trust me, air-tight This is the life All my homies have been lookin' for What you think we brought this mothaf**in' ruckus for? We 'bout to bust you up Your future's lookin' rough Boy f** your hood Cuz I don't think your hood is hood enough f** yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough f** yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough f** yo hood cuz yo hood ain't hood enough Wear a hat cuz yo hood ain't good enough Girl problems? Talk it out Guy problems? SHOTGUN OUT Money and riches, b**hes and fame That's what I been talkin' 'bout Suit and tie, rock it out Just got shot? Walk it out Run you down, in my whip That's what happens when you call me out How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Huh? How much good would a bad guy do if a bad guy could do good? What? None at all, that's the answer But I'm about to pull a Charles Manson Don't let me get in a temper tantrum Mess with me I'll bring down your mansion Slammin' all these banks Don't even know how Now I got pocket change while I'm on the low-down Time to catch some rays Damn I love this town Once you're in this game You won't be gettin' out This is the life All my homies have been lookin' for What you think we brought this mothaf**in' ruckus for? We 'bout to bust you up Your future's lookin' rough f** yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough f** yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough f** yo hood cuz I don't think yo hood is hood enough