Songtext zu 'Hood' von Chief Keef

Ayy
Sosa, baby

How them niggas feel when you left them in the hood? (how they feel?)
I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you would)
This bitch going fast 'cause somethin' in the hood (vyoom)
This bitch be sounding like somethin' in the woods (beep)
I'll pull up in a rolls in the hood (in a rolls)
I'll hop out with them rolls in your hood (hop out with them rolls)
Everybody knew, they seen me through the hood (beep, you'll see me)
Now I drive a Lamborghini through the hood (Lamborghini)
We'll open 'em up like canned goods (open them up)
Bullets back to back like a ambush (ambush)
What I'm smoking that grown man kush
If I went to college I'd pull a 'rari on the campus, ayy (skrrt)
Steady lighting niggas like candles (skrrt, sss)
This v12 came with the handles (with the handles)
Bitch, I eat beef like campbell's (look like campbell's)
Finna build a house by the animals (huh? Huh?)
We be strapped like judge dredd (huh?)
He smoke butts, he a butthead (butthead)
I be going beavis and butthead (butthead)
Bustdown get her butt wet (wet)
Sit down, ho, you ugly (sit down)
I got paper, switch the subject (huh?)
Ayy

Hood, hood
Hood, hood (huh?)
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Hood, hood (huh?)

I feel like goddamn spider-man
I fell down once, I'll try it again (try it again and again and again and again)
You can get killed for like five lil' bands (five)
Nigga swim with you and you grab his hands (bang)
You shot him in the shin when you had a chance
Bitch had white I ain't have the gas
Slam through your shit with the savage pass
When we pull up boy we gon' grab his ass (skkrt)
Niggas wanna play like dominoes
Send his ass goodbye, vámonos
Turn ramadan to ramados
I think I want an aventador (skrrr)
Eh-em, can you hear me, lord? (Skrrr)
Don't worry 'bout it, I'ma get it, lord
You can call me the get-it lord
Hold on, don't fail me, lord
Yeah, I know what you tell me, lord
Speed up, don't snail me, lord
It was bad, you helped me, lord
Ay

Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up? (Brrt)
Ayy, rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning (brrt)
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning (brrt)
Riding in my hood
Shells in your hood (brrt)
I was in the hood
Dope in the gun (brrt)

Could've, would've, should
Now you gotta cut
Now you leaking blood
All 'cause you hurt
You shit on my looks
I don't need to pay
Penthouse for another day
And we ain't even stay
Still play for the bulls, nigga, I ain't even trade
Heard niggas was mentioning me and I ain't even hate
You was being outside all day, and I ain't even astray
Niggas shooting at me all day (pussies)
And I ain't even grazed
She tell me I'm shining, but I ain't even glazed
She shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (bitch)
Put one in your top and make it look staged
We don't work to be late, gotta double what they pay
Ayy, ayy

Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up? (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up?
Pull up to your hood like: What's up? (Ayy, ayy)
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Right in my hood
Shells in your hood
I was in the hood
Dope in the gun