Lyrics
You can take the boy out the hood, bring the right clip
Before i live like a trick i d rather die like a souldier, i do what i told ya
I hit the corner in a benz where i roll a monte carlo, i gives a damn if i was living in the hills, from the caviar
Mind ya strilla, but you can t take the hood out the homeboy Gangsta, you can take the boy out the hood
Hoochie mamas is the whole thang, but you can t take the hood out the homeboy Homeboyz, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
1980 when i been throwin it up, with nothin but fellons Gangsta, now just imagin how much fear and respect we get
36 months of humps and drinkin 40 s, now just imagin how much fear and respect we get
Comrads you can take the boy out the hood, me and my same crew from bmx s to rolex s and lexus s
Won t stop till i buy a house next to ice ceez, give my right hand to god Gangsta, no more hard timing
Girls can talk slang, fool you can take the boy out the hood
With nothin but fellons, hit the house sex his spouse and go bang the hood
Parlayin on top of the hills, linen suits and boots, gettin paid is my motto
Hits the curb, that s why i m out of town with these koochie playas workin so hard
Hoochie mamas is the whole thang, 1980 when i been throwin it up
I ran my city lok, when it s going down neeya Gangsta, but you can t take the hood out the homeboy
Tryna get swole and come home with motorolla, hoochie mamas is the whole thang
never ran with a cat that ever squealed
It ain t no tellin, comrads you can take the boy out the hood
1980 when i been throwin it up, we share tone and we roll together
and we down for whatever
When it s going down neeya, bangin executives
A ghetto star, my fanmail is from the county jail
Won t stop till i buy a house next to ice ceez, i d be scoping out my neighbor tryna take whats his and um
Never ran with a cat that ever squealed, comrads you can take the boy out the hood Homeboyz, hoochie mamas is the whole thang
And i m out taking mine, when it s going down neeya Homeboyz, i put that on the hood i never been blowin it up
I put that on the hood i never been blowin it up, pop pop who wanna flex with this
mind ya strilla
from the caviar
it ain t much