Tum Tum - In Da Hood lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, get this money n***a Roll with me, for real n***a [Hook] I'm in the hood, like a pound of that good Moving through the hood, like a pound of that good n***as get smoked, like a pound of that good Put em in the trunk, like a pound of that good Got a popper on my pistol, so it's hard to work wood G I popped a naked lady, and it's hard she work good I done blew the candles out, playboy I wish you would And our money grow on trees, playboy I wish you would [Fat B.] The young underground kings, tell me some'ing good Went to school at John B., cause I'm so hood Villa said double up, it's an addition for the bucks I got guns that's fire breeders, stash spot where they tucked But either buster Fat ba*tard, but don't get it twisted I'm your next birthday present, cause the flow is so gifted I smoke a lot of corn, cause I got Indian in my blood Pa**ing blunts around blue, like a Indian in a club Haters wanna hate, hoes wanna cuff us Cause the bread got cheese, like stuffed crust These n***as joking, they got tears in they eyes But the same thang that make you laugh, make your a** cry [Hook] [Tum Tum] Compare us enemies, I'm crack you dirt weed We travel the same path, but going a different speed n***as peep my style, they sweat my technique 5-0 know I stay in dirt, like baseball cleats Ear rings crazy, wrist game nuts I get a check every month, for these retarded princess cuts If rap was b-ball, I'd be tickling twine While you riding the pine, ahead of you like Eastern time At the top of the list, leave broke n***as pissed Could give every crackhead in Dallas a rock, off my mo'f**ing wrist And yeah your hooks crunk, but your 16's ain't sh** I spit that fire sh**, that make the f**ing track quit Zilla [Hook] [Big Tuck] G'eah, the Big Tuck-Kadafi Watch how you move, or sh** gon get sloppy Straight from the hood, highest b**h in the Rockies The eagle in my hand, my finger is co*ky You can't forget the face, just open the Source You won't win the race, the Lambo or the Porsche I'm cheating under the hood, straight up iron horse I would pull out the McClarren, but it depends on the course Big Tuck's the name, getting bucks the game No license on the Range, cause I bought it in Spain And the b**h paint blue, look again it changed I'm far from Pimp C, but I'm a hog in the game n***a sell a million records, and don't need no hug Strippers come to the house, think that a larger club Yeah, it's Tuck b**h show me some love If the ice melt on the chest, New York'll flood [Hook]