Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend 'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
wheel Dirt Track cowboys There ain't nothing like A big angry field Tearing down the back straight Wheel to wheel He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
you It's got air con, cushy seats and rides real smooth Well I told him I don't care if the saddle looks good 'Cause it's all about them horses underneath the hood
When he turned 18 there was only one thing That he'd think about all the time With a scoop on the hood and a thundering roar, When you power shift overdrive
a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?) And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood
Ay, yo I shatter dreams like Jordan Assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials
't know you're hotter than rockin' four sweaters. But that's the job of the Ambassador. Hit mics 'cause it's life after the casket door. You know the hood
Full of hurt, pain, death, rape, murder and craziness If God made everything good Then why you still gotta live in the hood, what's really good man It goes back to Adam
I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver that's trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel Break your adam's apple and clap
will collect you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than Blinky Blink on the back of the maxima wagon babblin' about - nothin' Fuck that real hood
not an egg any? He?s not an egg I?m not an egg anymore Well now I'm a dragon legendary beast. Do I miss my egg-hood days? No, not in the least. My
Ya played the game of death and you're guaranteed to lose Play your cards right, tonight's helter skelter The cards I dealt ya ain't good, find shelter in your hood
Adam: We were doing Mok 1 in the Ookla-mobile Luis: And Rand was at the wheel Rand: With gear and clothes and Adam crammed against the windshield A:
Adam ant There they go the buccaneers Hand and hand in leather glove So fast so crazy With a creepy kind of love Bright lights, black leather Bright
where we're going But we're gonna get there So far, so good We're gonna make it, knock on wood So far, so good We got the engine under the hood So far
(That's right) Listen My granddaddy was a hustla On the dirt road, him and his brother Stayed sharper than a motherfucker Stayed on the corner, Stacy Adams
than Mad's Alfred E. Neuman {I'm never gonna let them say that I don't love you} Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts And Adam's yoggin