Hood Anthem

Oh yeah, aye Wait, what I bout to say? Oh yeah I be really in them streets, I'm an [?] Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley? Even though I'm Stevie Wonder, bitch, I wouldn't wanna see ya And that nigga broke, uh-uh, wouldn't wanna be ya Michael Jackson, my diamonds dancin', but my money Dirty Diana Bitch, I still be in them streets, I catch a body in them Alexanders Project baby, snotty nose sayin' nothin' I can't handle ATK, they droppin' bodies, that's the Hood Anthem I be deep up in that pussy, I got plenty stamina I got that slang when I talk, my teacher say I need to fix my grammar I be really in them streets, I'm an [?] Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley? If I want it, I'ma take it, I'ma run up on ya Get that bitch, I'm shootin' next time, I ain't warnin' ya My trap be jumpin' out the gym, I guess we got the formula When I be fuckin', she around my balls, I guess it make me hornier Jump on the plane, I take a flight all the way to California Trip up in the Benz, I hit the gas, I just be road runnin' I put a bag on the opps head, bitch, I got plenty money That nigga died face to face, he can say he seen it comin' I be really in them streets, I'm an [?] Bitch I pay a [?], rest in peace Magnolia You can't come around, bitch, If I don't know ya If I want it, I'ma take it, I'll run up on ya I'm a Melvin Baby, came from straight up out them trenches Ho can't play me dumb like I got them love senses That nigga askin' for his ho, I ain't seen his bitch up in a minute You rather cry up in that Honda, or cry up in this Bentley? Oh, this Bentley You rather cry up in that Honda or cry up in this Bentley? If I want it, I'ma run up on ya