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letra de i luv da hood - young buck

[intro]
(young buck)

g-unit n-gg-
yea b-tch you n-gg-s know what it is with me n-gg-
dirty south in this m-th-f-cker
young buck n-gg- you know where im from ca$hville n-gg-
[get money]make sure you put a dollar sign on the s too b-tch

[d-mn…]

[verse]
[young buck]
bulletwounds and tattooes is how i show my pain
im gone so much my little girl dont know my name
my palms covered in residue from cocaine
been on the block since 6 in the morning
the neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (f-ck y’all)
when they need to borrow something they put their hands out
little kids start running when they see my car coming
just looking at me will make a n-gg- start hustlin
i aint a start nothing i just know how to count
know how to eyeball an 8ball you wearin em out
lips black from the blunt of that sour diesel and the desert eagle [im so illegal]
i cant even feed you what they put in the needles
amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
you can call me country but dont call me broke (why)
we got all this money 50 where ya wanna go cmon n-gg-

[chorus]
[young buck]

sh-t aint really all good but i luv da hood
all i need is my weed i luv da hood
we aint living like we should but i luv da hood
but they still tennekee yea i luv da hood
sh-t aint really all good but i luv da hood
all i need is my weed i luv da hood
we aint living like we should but i luv da hood
but they still tennekee come and get it

[verse]
[game]
they say can remember whoo kid let it ride
f-ckin wit g-unit i let the desert fly (gunshot)
ridin thru ca$hville wit buck throwin my dubs up
for those who don’t know that stand for west side
i blast on my enemies
f-ck you if you aint kinnin me
knock your top off like kennedy
then sip hennesy
ridin thru tennessee
if you need c-ke young buck got the remedies
i got it for 9 5 if you wanna fly
put em in a range rover if you wanna drive
if you only need 1 you aint gotta come
i just pack it up and strap it to a b-tch’ thigh
you ever seen a impala drive
seen hollows fly
seen yellow tape everytime
its a h-m-side
when it’s drama i pull the glock from my waist
n-gg-s tried to make my mama cry

it’s g-unit n-gg-
you better recognize
i’ll put you in the grave for that sh-t that joe budden tried

i remember right there when my brother died
then 2pac, biggie smalls and some other guys
so me and my homies ride
with a chrome .45 in my lap and my waist an the double 9’s
n-gg-s tried to kill me but it wasnt time
i took 5 shots from my own brother’ 9
went into a coma woke up in the hospital
cops said they found drugs
i said it wasnt mine
bad boy but i wouldnt shine
matter fact wouldnt sh-t
thought that cos i wouldnt sign
now its g unit n-gg- read between the lines b-tch

[chorus]
[young buck]

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