文本歌词

Out The Hood (Prod by YoungFyre) - T-Pain
Yo he got a malfunction
I might show up at his crib or maybe his job
And have the whole staff jump in
Waiting on him at the studio he caught me in
I cut the lights off murder acres a** and stab sumthing
Even if he grab sumthing the only thing
He aim at is a sidekick
That ni**a ain't goin' blast nothing
We make movies dawg so check ya credits
If I got a situation then the whole f**kin' cast coming
So the chances of me getting paid is half and half
Just 'cause I dropped out of school
Don't mean I'm bad at math
I get money dawg what do you get
Soon as you figure that out I'm on some new sh*t
Ni**a I do this in the bed with two tricks
Got a abracadabra and plus a Kalamazoo b**ch
'Cause I don't like not eating when I ought to be
But'chu force my hunger like Aqua Teen
Now you can take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up
If you take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up
I do this sh*t for bald-head posture
And stink foot Wanda
Brisco rock call 'em no condom
And I don't sell white girl sitting mo Ronda
I'm posted at the trap with the show then a Honda
Hopolocka poe boy see I was ghetto bread
I'm Nappy Boy ya couldn't get a comb
Through my nappy head
Pain I'm living on the edge I'm additive
The big booty hole's cushion Chevrolet
And I'm infatuated with getting keys off
I like my sticks well with the satellite peeled off
And all my dawgs got choppas you know
Yellow tape helicopters you know
Black bags heard they came into his black a**
No description all they saw was black mask
And all I know is dealers and extortionist
So come up off my portion b**ch
Now you can take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up
If you take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up
M O E yeah that's still my main spoken
In the streets flex my muscle like I'm Hulk Hogan
I'm in the kitchen by the stove
Come and let me train ya
After the cocoa I'm gone I move middle fingers
Cheah and that's bird for you dumb niggas
Enough bricks to build a house on you bump niggas
My number thirty
And it's been like there for a while
I used to play with the tees like a pedophile
But sh*t changed up crackers brought my name up
Snitchin' a** niggas yeah
They done f**ked the game up
Sh*t different I used to hustle to make plenty green
Now the G side on the block in some skinny jeans
You niggas rookies wet behind the earlobes
You niggas pussies soft like a bad applehoe
Speaking of South Beach
I just pulled out the dump
I'm on ocean with a choppa in the f**kin' trunk
Now you can take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up
Now you can take the ni**a out the hood
But not the hood out the ni**a
We still squeeze triggers
We might make us all good
But we still run with killers so get'cha cap pilled up