Forever Foy - Boy from the Hood Lyrics

I say Nia Long in the right hand
Bro I swear these niggas don't fight fair
Swing at the air, Cuba good and furious
Fish burning the frying pan
Motorola nightstand like 1992
Just another boy from the hood, Dexter Linwood
The land of the realest, y'all f*ckin' with who
Off with his genitals, all for subliminals
All with the kibbles and bitch ass niggas
All Jimmy Kimmel's, late show stay broke
I hate y'all niggas
Back in your kennels, back on gorilla
Congo a tell you
I'm mauling whoever
My palm in his melon, Now swing for the fences
Let a A-Rod nail him, still that nigga with a Faizon stomach
Three four racks, nigga play play money
Detroit's best, and they all know it

Now tell Ricky go get my ball back
Boys from the hood
Just some boys from the hood
Now tell Ricky go get my ball back
Boys from the hood, boys from the hood
Now tell Ricky go get my ball back

That Pole a knock lil' buddy off the goal line
No alleyway can cosign
Tell Sally Mae to cut the funding, nah
No discussion, buddy, dropping out
They comin' out in abundance now
Lean left
Strong side, fourth in inches
Clouder in my vision, Claudia in my kitchen
MVP of my own league and I'm hardly mentioned
Harvey Dentin, Gemini, partially venting
Been seen through you two-faced niggas, who you kidding
How weird he get his own show
Stein position, Robin Quivers
Gary mentioned we'd wrap it up, I wasn't listening
They try to cancel this show, I'll cancel, f*cking Christmas
F*ck your wish list, I am him
Bitch end of a sentence, lower brim
Toss a slug to your witness, Ricky go get my ball back

Boys from the hood
Just some boys from the hood
Just some boys from the hood
Now tell Ricky go get my ball back
Boys from the hood, boys from the hood
Now tell Ricky go get my ball back