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letra de tales of the hood - bbg baby joe

[intro]
(mommy, india got the beats)
i tell you, b-tch
now look, we gon’ play it like this, you heard me?
you steady playin’ games
steady playin’ with that lil’ stupid ass b-tch
but look, though, look
we got hot here, mike here, white there, look, he right there
ayy, say, dean, you already know what it is
say, ayy, look, man, look
ayy, look, ayy
man, look, we
f-ck it, look, b-tch

[chorus]
they say bands’ll make her dance, well, that’ll make ’em shoot
oh, she young and sellin’ p-ssy, he get mad and shoot
youngin’ll rob you out your sh-t, that ho’ll set you up
now this what go on in the hood, man, baba wet you up
they say bands’ll make her dance, well, that’ll make ’em shoot
oh, she young and sellin’ p-ssy, he get mad and shoot
youngin’ll rob you out your sh-t, that ho’ll set you up
now this what go on in the hood, man, baba wet you up

[verse 1]
sh-t, taylor street bottom boy, catch ’em and let it blow
sh-t, bands’ll make your partner change, your homie played you close
you slippin’ with the ho, you playin’, but she be droppin’ pins
gon’ have them k!llers on your trail when you come playin’ again
i’m out my top, see, this for boo, b-tch, i’ll bang again
i’m out the window with that thirty, used to sw-ng with ken
oh, she hot and sellin’ p-ssy, what her mama do?
youngin out here slangin’ iron, that’s what he ‘posed to do

[verse 2]
sh-t, flush him out and get that bag and make his mama sad
and watch his n-gga make them posts flexin’ like they gon’ crash
and all that pop shootin’, that’s what make a n-gga mad
and all that friendly ass sh-t, baba make ’em mad
sh-t, put that bag on your head, b-tch, i ain’t gotta shoot
got some gorillas in that field like they want it with you
my right hand behind that wall steady puttin’ sh-t down
you ain’t got no strength behind that b-tch, you better hold it down

[outro]
ayy, yeah, that b-tch ass
ayy, ayy, you better tighten up
you better tighten up, you heard me?
all that old stupid ass sh-t n-ggas be doin’
i’m gon’ do this, i’m gon’ do that
i’m livin’ like that, you heard me?
old b-tch ass n-gga, i play the field, n-gga, you heard me?
whole lot of gorilla sh-t goin’ on, n-gga
rest in peace to boozilla, n-gga
yeah, n-gga
ayy, shout out baba, you heard me?
on taliban osama, b-tch
yeah, n-gga, it’s like that, n-gga
ayy, i love this sh-t
i ain’t duckin’ no wreck
n-ggas know what it is
i could talk all day, i could talk h-lla sh-t
and i’ll roll with a n-gga
and i’ll slap the f-ck out your mama
and i’ll make her mad, and, and
and you gon’ wan’ do somethin’, and i ain’t scared, and
nah, i’m just talkin’ out my head, you know
i wan’ do that sh-t over, i talked too much sh-t
never mind, look, keep that sh-t on there
f-ck you and your people and, uh
look at the fat boy, b-tch

- bbg baby joe

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