Sweetest Thing - Buckshot, P-Money, T'nah Apex

Yeah

Hanging out

Y’know what i’m sayin

This is where i’m from

This is where i’m at

Why does the hood remain the hood ma

I don’t know but I know one good thing

That might explain why this shit might’a came

The negroes who know where to go by the train

Conversation the same

Who can I blame

Man this shit ain’t my fault man

I ain’t make the strain

I’m born on this ride, yeah

The cyclone of my home

So i’m going on the ride

But still I gotta ask why

Niggas can’t step up to the plate

But you can slide a bit high

House full of little homies

Little timmy with the dirty diapers

Looking like whaddup you know me

It’s so hood

But it’s so good

It’s so good

Doing all that you love, you want

You should make sure you know you good

As a man thinketh so it is in the hood

Understood, manifest the force

Collect the forest

in the room

Medidate

it’s snaking

But just can’t be wasting it away

I got a soul to feed like every day

A king’s county full of queens too

A city where the apple’s just too big

And I don’t know if I should bite through

What will they get me now

Liquor store on every corner

Down misdirection, instead of selling affection

When I finally get the vexing

Perplexing they confused

Take all the shooters where I live

And give them uggs and black boots

Diapers out the window

The endo blow

Popo in the lobby of the projects know

What the cause for a half a o

Would have to blow off a half a o

And stash the dough by the door (no)

Get dream, i’m living in the nightmare

I see heads fiend for that nice things, yeah

I’m a product of the people around me

Cowboys tryna be boss

The beautiful bounty

The county that i’m talking about is pure kings

Badaboom badabing not a ring

It’s so hood