Mfe Sensei - Hood Hood (feat. Rondo Smiff) Lyrics

Uh-huh, girl, who they think they is
Oh, that's them Vamp Camp niggas
Shim' an the Sensei again
Oh, Lord, this finna be some nasty shit, y'all
Let's go
Shout-out to Vamp Camp
Get it out the mud, bitch, I was posted on the block
Dade County-ass nigga, Sweaty weed up in my sock
I don't know too many Niggas, I don't know no F*ckin' cops
Do it all by my lonely, that's Why I can never stop
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
Let's get it understood
Ooh, Bitch,
I'm out the hood, hood
Pickle legs and pig feet
Pok'n beans n weenies
Niggas never seen me, but Wanna red beam me
Uncle Luke, got it shakin'
Trick daddy, he be our mayor
From a place, you don't have a job
But a nigga still be a paper chaser
Why you lurkin'
Why you hatin'
Damn shame, can't trust my Neighbors
Fruit cups, y'all hella flavors
Polar bear heart of a glacier
Can't even ask my family for favors
First call when they see that you make it
Realest niggas do the most faking
Money talk, cash conversation
I don't watch the news no more
I just watch this f*cking world
They say life's a bad bitch
I say she's a little girl
Malnourish ass, nigga
Swear that you ain't got no juice
Everybody screaming, they the truth
I need to see the proof
Viewing the rap game
Nah, I swear it ain't the f*cking same
Everybody's pointing fingers
Tell me who's the f*cking blame
They privileged
Don't talk about it if you don't live it
Real recognize real
Bitch, I'm only doing business
Get it out the mud
Bitch, I was posted on the block
Dade County ass niggas
Sweaty weed up in my socks
I don't know too many niggas
I don't know no f*cking cops
Do it all by my lonely
That's why I can never stop
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, ho
I'm out the hood
Let's get it understood
Ooh Bitch, I'm out the hood
Uncle whipping dope on the stove
Cooking ramen noodles on the stove
Leftovers on the same stove
The trap was my household
Serving plates, serving bowls
Swear that's all a nigga know
Thug life's street code
I'm a Florida Seminole
I'm a Miami Dolphin
Swing that stick, put a hole in one
Now ain't talm bout golfing
Streets got my heart stone cold
Ain't talm bout Steve Austin
Young nigga running drills
Really in the field like Mike Dawson
Play with us, it's gon' cost him
You can take a nigga out the ghetto
But you can't take it out of me
Section 8, Hud Housing
Swear the whole neighborhood smoke weed
Trap house across the street
Feds jus did a sweep
We DONT snitch, we DONT cooperate, we DONT talk to the police
I was raised off Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, and JT
Where im from you hear gunshots every night before you go to sleep
We DONT play by the rules shit, cut throat,
Yeah we creep
Anything that you want or need, nigga
I can get it for the cheap
Get it out the mud, bitch, I was posted on the block
Dade County ass niggas
Sweaty weed up in my sock
I don't know too many niggas
I don't know no f*cking cops
Do it all by my lonely
That's why I can never stop
I'm out the hood, hoe
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, hoe
I'm out the hood, hood
I'm out the hood, hoe
I'm out the hood, hood
Let's get it understood
Ooh, bitch, I'm out the hood, hood