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Hood Hop Lyrics

by J-Kwon

album: Hood Hop (2004)

Ay world, this Streets 101 
I'm fin ta give u half a pound of J-Kwon 
And a quarter bird of TrackBoy Music 

[Chorus:] 
Hey hey hey hey hey 
Now all my life (dirty), I been livin (dirty) 
And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty) 
So where ya at (dirty)? where ya at (dirty)? 
Where dey at (dirty)? Where dey at (dirty)? 

This the new improved hoop hop 
I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the whop 
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop 
Why's that? Track Boy beat like a freak, work a king on the block 
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block 
And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block 
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block 
And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block 
I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted 
Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real 
I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty 
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke 
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat 
If a nigga trip trip, then we can show him the '4 
If a niggas run up to you we'll show him some mo' 

[Chorus] 

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that 
Man i put that on the hood I'ma strike back 
And niggas talk shit but i don't like that 
Sayin I don't like G but I ain't write that 
And baby mamma's mad they ain't about shit 
Basically what i'm sayin dude fuck a bitch 
And if I had two i'd touch a bitch 
In the same breath, turn around and touch her clit 
And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it 
And nigga if it's rented i ain't fuckin in it 
TrackBoys give me money so i fuckin spend it 
Ya'll roll spreewells but not the authentics 
And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof clown 
I got shit that'll turn your fuckin coupe round (gun cocking) 
You ain't heard i'm the truth now 
Matter fact, hook gon' break it down 
break it down 

[Chorus] 

Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one single 
Left the game now the whole world miss me 
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy 
Like I'm sellin liquor got the whole world tipsy 
Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me 
So I put a lump in this shit like a hicky 
All i say is to them dudes "come get me" 
Watch em catch a crude desire, like a gypsy 
Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public 
Girl even joke in public, 
Got dough so that's why i'm sober in public 
Cops hit the door, i start actin sober in public 
I had a set they acitin like i had a brick or more 
So you got snitched on by the carni-whore 
Show off or show ass what these guns are for 
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for 

[Chorus]


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