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Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds Two shots and a mixer Two-o'clock in the after-hours I was, too hood for them hipsters Two drops when I'm popping molly's I, raise the volume, close my eyelids, off them hybrids, autopilot How did I flip, this lifestyle? Green lights take flight like a night owl Savage, gotta have it Catch me in the cab gettin' blown like the cannon Look no hands! Goin' H.A.M. on a bad chick Said she got a man, said her shit never happened Tatted like the Yakuza Flyer then parashutas, and waviest barracudas Turn this party into a nudest colony with a poola Bitches giving me medulla I'm blagota, I'm a school her(?) Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds Ten rounds, a please ten rounds Any given show, a please ten thou Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud When I say I'm good, I'm good for ten rounds Neighborhood king, oh you know me right? Late nights spent at the corners until the morning light You don't tell tre(?), but ya rollin', right? You just want to take a photo, right? OK, fresh in my white night(?) Prototype, so what's the guest list We kickin' down the door tonight And make em' fuckin' with the best-est I'd be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight Drinking to the bottom of the bottle, when you put your bottom dollar that she coming to the condo She a Spanish mama goin' though some drama with her man, now she calling me her Sancho Fresh in my white night(?) Prototype, so what's the guest list We kickin' down the door tonight Man you fuckin' with the best-est I'd be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight Fresh in my white night(?) Prototype, so what's the guest list We kickin' down the door tonight Man you fuckin' with the best-est I'd be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around *Outro fades out* *Intro beat begins* Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Dijon Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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