In My Hood

One, one, two, two, buckle, buckle that fool
He's fuckin', fuckin' with me, if he's fuckin' with you
One, two, buckle, buckle that fool
He's fuckin', fuckin' with me, if he's fuckin' with you
One, two, buckle, buckle that fool
He's fuckin', fuckin' with me, if he's fuckin' with you

Hillwood to my bones, to my chromosomes
Got two forty-fo's, so I'm not home alone
Push a pencil like a stone on a Saturday night
I choke a ho for my dough, like I'm grabbin' the mic

Big Buddy bought me a used dirt bike
A year later, it was, it was used to serve white
Ghetto bird on top of us, punk ass officers
Punk ass officers, punk ass officers

Mad, 'cause my-, mad, 'cause my-
Mad, 'cause my closet full of guns and Nautica's
Rockin' up duckies, for fiends and junkees
Got more cheese than Chuck E's, and get my weed from uglies
It's all lovely, just, just bought a Pitbull puppy

This guaranteed that make me a shit full of money
Man, I just couldn't study in school, I was nervous
So I left, I can't, I can't even write in cursive

What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

And I'm, and I'm going live, liver, liver than the rest
I told my mom, while I'm locked, take it as a test
Up in Garza West, smokin' on a skinny square
Three more, and I believe I can get me there
I'll be home soon, I promise that
I be trippin' 'cause know they say my daughter rap

Seven years old (I'm eight now dad), they say she real cold
She my motherfuckin' life, for real though
Lord knows that he got me here for a reason
What it is, I don't know but your boy breathe in
They didn't kill me, so know them hoes gotta feel me
I've been slanging since I got kicked out of Milby

Last ten years, been a cold jungle
In the streets sellin' dope to my own uncle
Born thug, they goin' to hate me 'til I'm bagged up
In my casket, I'll probably still be handcuffed

What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gang-, gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere

I come from the slums, Southside Houston
I come from the slums, Southside Houston
I come from the slums, Southside Houston
Changed, changed, changed to Screwston, the day Screw moved on
And I miss him, wish, wish I could hug and kiss him
He was askin' for help, but no one would listen

Reminiscin', actin' like a fool at Roxy
Jealous, jealous niggas lookin' but refused to box me
I don't blame them though, I would jump on stage and flow
And fuck the, fuck the police in the radio

They can't stop me, but certainly them hoes could try
I started Dope House, back when I was smokin' fry
In the pen, I just wish I had one mate
I swear to God, these hoes hate to see us paid

Just made big spread with, with roast beef
I got my boy, boy pullin' weed, out his gold teeth
On the mic, I destroy any earthling
My new song called "Pussy, weed, and Burger King"

What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere
What, what do you see in my, in my hood?
I see gangstas everywhere, everywhere