[Crooked I: x2]
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It feels so good, when you so damn hood
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[Crooked I]
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Peep me out though
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You niggas soft outta control, on your next video
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You probably do the splits like the godfather of soul
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While I'm rottweiler patrol, first I clock dollars
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Then I pop collars with hoes, I got a problem with foes
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Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows
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Nigga, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore
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They put their lips on my dick and give me chips and more
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Yall should stop, you off the block you faking
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I walk with glocks, don't talk to cops for nathin
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I brought them choppers in case of al-ter-cation
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I aims and pops in the face of confrontation
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Speaking raw terror, I'll have your momma picking paul bearers
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Broke niggas, yea, y'all error
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Got to show 'em how to new age rap
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But I'm still ghetto as the last swallow of Kool-Aid left
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We so damn hood
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[Chorus: Sisqo]
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Pussy out if you would lets get good baby we so damn hood
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We ride and another would, its understood that we so damn hood
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Bust the script if you would, wish you could, nigga we so damn hood
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Everybody feeling good like we should, baby we so damn hood
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[Crooked I]
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Stop the screaming, can't nobody in the area to help
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If you was homophobic, nigga you'd be scared of yourself
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Listen as I, start to whoop ass, why?
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Would you try Crooked I, will you die like the last guy
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I told you I would put holes riders man
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Destiny's Child be the only "Survivors" man
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Nigga I been hot, whipping the six drop
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Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props
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My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock
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and it don't stop, giving the big glock
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I'm smacking you haters up, stacking the paper
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Like I signed an major contract with the Lakers
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It's C-R put them with E-R double O trouble blow
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Ghetto star haters split your wig
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And do the thang in this game 'til I'm O.G. it's Mr. Big
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[Chorus]
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[Crooked I]
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How many wanna know what I love? Holla, niggas who love me
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We six deep in the ridiculous humvee
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Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall
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Break your face, like Mike Tyson with his gloves off
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I'm so hood and ghetto fo life
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I park an five in the driveway and ready to fight
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If you think I ride with metal you right
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Commenting federal crimes only an federal type
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It's like, every where I go, all I know fo' sho'
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That this The Row, that we gets the dough
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What's the R-O-W like
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Slug one and you take your dime because you aint fucking her right
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Yea yea I nothin fo life, big pipes stuck in your wife
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In the bed it's us and a dyke
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You should never get it mixed up, big nuts, get clutched
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Thick sluts, get fucked, dick sucked, bitch what? (telll meeeee)
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[Chorus x2]
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So Damn Hood
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Crooked I |