In The Hood

I'm in the hood like a pound of that good
Movin' through the hood like a pound of that good
Niggas get smoked like a pound of that good
Put 'em in the trunk like a pound of that good
Got a popper on my pistol so it's hard to work wood
She done popped a naked lady and it's hard, she work good
I done blew the candles out, playboy I wish you would
And the money grow on trees, playa I wish you would
Comparison to me, I'm crack, you dirt weed
We travelin' the same path but goin' a different speed
Niggas peep my style, they sweat my technique
Five-0 know I stay in dirt like baseball cleats
Earrings crazy, wrist game nuts
I get a check every month for these retarded princess cuts
If rap was b-ball, I'd be ticklin' the twine
While you ride the pine, ahead of you like Eastern time
At the top of the list, leave broke niggas pissed
Could give every crackhead in Dallas a rock off my muhfuckin' wrist
And yeah your hook's crunk, but your sixteens ain't shit
I spit that fire shit that make the fuckin' track quit