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letra de tales from the hood - yelohill

[verse]
woke up, a quarter past twelve
i had a crazy ass night
with lil demon chasing tail
pick up a couple green dots
and write the homies a mail
the landlord in my [?], and pressin’ me about roch-lle
that’s my b-tch
she got a dog, we can’t keep it
my ex’s off the coke
she sees my car
she gon’ [?]
crime scenes fleein’, shoot him up, leave him
i’m a big dog, n-gga
you lil n-ggas [?]
my momma hates i’m bangin’
but it’s situational
ain’ no social crip, and i ain’ conversational
the sh-t my homies drinkin’
got them movin’ way too slow
i sip a lil henny, i grab my .40 and dap my locs
[chorus]
anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
f-ckin’ hoodrats up in the car
with backwoods
gotta be a ten
i know she look like makin’ good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf-ckin’ hood
from thе hood

(anotha’ tale from the hood)
(just anotha’ tale from thе hood)

anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf-ckin’ hood
from the hood

[verse]
later that night, i run into a couple scr-pes
poppin’ out the car, come on, girl
let’s go on a date
i’m lyin’, and i ain’ got no bread
i’m just lookin’ for a b-tch to buy me liquor
and get some head
f-ck her on the bed, when roch-lle ain’t home
f-ck her on the [?]
i’m about to nut, yeah, b-tch
i’m in my zone
this the type of sh-t i do when ain’t n0body home
put your face in the pillow
know the neighbors here, screamin’
next thing i know
‘knock, knock’, who’s picking?
went to the door, is a finger on the peep hole
some n-gga’s at the door
‘i know my b-tch in there, negro!’
grab my smith’n’wesson
as i’m headed to the door
get off from my crib, before your head get blown
that’s on the gang
i ain’t playin’ with you, n-ggas
this a crip house, not a buster house, n-gga
open up the door, i see a n-gga with a gat
dark skin n-gga with a f-ckin’ face tatt
reachin’ for my piece
get some cover, c-ck it back
next thing i know, i laid a n-gga on his back
[chorus]
anotha’ tale from the hood
tiny locs up to no good
f-ckin’ hoodrats up in the car
with backwoods
gotta be a ten
i know she look like makin’ good
just anotha’ tale from the motherf-ckin’ hood
from the hood

- yelohill

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