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letra de boyz in the hood - sterl gotti

boyz in the hood lyrics
[intro]
(mhm)
free my dawg for assault and a battery
my mama want me to just go to school, but i couldn’t f-ck with academies
and that’s why we start hitting the road, i ain’t have no one to look after me
my n-gga shoot like a athlete
turn your town into a tragedy (w-w-winner’s circle)

[verse 1]
she keep on calling, declining, i’m getting these dollars
i done hit so many models and b-tches [?]
way before all of the rap i was popping
when i thought a lot of money was thousands
got the strap, it’s either on or around me
i keep on popping these perkies and get in my feelings and telling these b-tches i lovе ’em
but that’s not the way that i’m living, i’m telling you baby, you tripping
you know i slidе with my slatt, i had to slide with the slidders
i hit that b-tch from the back, you hit that b-tch from the middle
i don’t do caddies, no lacking, baby
if they out of line, get it cracking, baby
step on a n-gga like escalators
we can go answer the questions later
she like my dior, she like my versace, she feeling my vibe
i know an angel with me in the whip ’cause she roll when i drive
but i can’t put none of my love in a b-tch and i won’t even try
you f-ck with my brother, my n-gga, you better be ready to die
i won’t even lie, my n-ggas gon’ slide, slide, slide
[chorus]
hop out, hit ’em up, and then skrrt off
turn me up, put this sh-t on the curb, dawg
and i bet you he won’t say a word, nah
my n-ggas gon’ slide, slide, slide, slide
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide

[verse 2]
i was just property of the state
we hit up the lawyer to give him some money, now we got some property of the case
so we’ll probably be okay
we’ll slide in another whip
i took cheese from the government
and i thought i could have a bae
but i can’t even f-ck with it
i can’t even trust a b-tch, let alone cuff a b-tch
i don’t know who she think she f-cking with
i don’t even wanna hear it (why?)
i already [?]
like, you got the bag and you fumbled, my n-gga
yeah, i got the bag and i humble my n-ggas
you better feed the war, you don’t want ’em hungry to get you
i know a n-gga for twenty-five hundred’ll hit you
he’ll go and give a n-gga his issue
he don’t want no problems
n-gga, trust your process
mama, i’m stepping over my steps
it sound like you got your mind set
i used to sleep in the projects
[chorus]
hop out, hit ’em up, and then skrrt off
turn me up, put this sh-t on the curb, dawg
and i bet you he won’t say a word, nah
my n-ggas gon’ slide, slide, slide, slide
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide

- sterl gotti

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