Trae ft. Yung Joc - In The Hood Lyrics

[NelsonG]

Artist: Trae featuring Yung Joc

Title: In The Hood

Album: Restless

Year: 2006

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LYRICS:

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[intro - Yung Joc]

Let's see, the definition of a real nigga

Is about it by this motherfuckin' song right here

You know, it took two real niggas to collab

And make some motherfuckin' shit happen man

This ya' boy Yung Joc, you know Block Entertainment

And my motherfuckin' nigga Trae, asshole by nature

Hey Trae, tell em' what you is nigga

[Verse 1 - Trae]

I'm a gangsta' to the end, ridin' for the set

Black Chevrolet, wit' the paint still wet

J's on my toes, loc's on my eyes

Crawlin on 4's, every time I slide by

Nutin' less to the truth, I'm the streets of the South

Hoes on my swag, cuz' the diamond's on my mouth

But I move low key, posted in the trap

Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map

I'ma do this shit for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat

And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack

What they know about that, hataz' betta' chill

Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel

Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang

Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang

Screwed up click, I'ma let the world know

Before it's all over, we could make the world slow

[Chorus - Trae]

You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top

Loc's on my face and my grill so clean

Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]

Talk to em'

65' Impala, Chevy SS

The top dissapear, see the clear VVS

I guess you know the name, yeen' gotta say it

When I say it's goin' down, S-K start sprayin'

Block E-N-T and A-B-N niggas in charge

Errbody muggin, niggas face stiff as starch

I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it

Hey fuck the semi-auto, my niggas pack fullest

We bulleys on the block, the hustle don't stop

It's eat whatchu' kill, that's the model off top

Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town

Tell em' this the shakedown, lay face down

Me and my nigga Trae gettin cake now

Splittin' down the middle fifty fifty that's the breakdown

Baby keep yo' face down, and don't talk back

You can find me in the hood, nigga distribute packs

[Chorus - Trae]

You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top

Loc's on my face and my grill so clean

Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

[Verse 3 - Trae]

Hop out the block like I'm still hittin stains

Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name

Yellow VS1's got me switchin’ up the game

Might hop, flop, top droppin’ like the rain

Hoes talk down, Trae neva’ get mad

Lyrics so screwed, still checkin’ my swag

Got me certified playa since the day of my birth

Grab a couple million, and I can show you what I'm worth

Sittin’ so low, everytime I come down

Trunk just popped, so I'm showin’ my surround

84's got me tippin’ so low to the ground

Still hittin’ licks, movin’ off the Greyhound

Watch it for the laws, I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ da time

Gotta getcha wit my prime, ain’t gon’ stoppin’ my shine

I advise that they let the truth to the throne

If you say I ain’t the realest, say bitch you dead wrong

[Chorus - Trae]

You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop

Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top

Loc's on my face and my grill so clean

Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw

Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

Edited July 26, 2006 by .::BeatFactory::.

[fordkid2550]

Hey FUCK THE SEMI-AUTO my niggas pack the fullest

[jakethepyro]

Crawling on 4's, every time I slide by

Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel

Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang

Before it's all over, we could make the world slow

Trunk just popped, so im showin’ my surround

84s got me tippin’ so low to the ground

Lyrics so screwed, still checkin’ my swag

he says something like niggas oldschool but im not sure that what he said

the song i have has 4 verses on it the third verse sounds kinda like big pokey

Edited August 3, 2006 by jakethepyro

[NelsonG]

I don't have that version... I've heard two different ones... just the beginning was different though.

[t.g.]

big pokey

my guns go off but my fistes is hard

mobbed up cuz nigga pistol is guard

ya got yo knife on ya homie thats a twist and its scarred

i got my knife on me homie thats a twist and its GOD

these niggas wanna play me for weak its goin down

muthafuckas drizzown when they playin me deep

i do the damn thang niggas talkin about it

ima problem nuttin to it he aint walkin about it

sinsae'll fade the pack

i get mean lean on ya wit this beam till ya fade to black

plus a broad cuz i mack on chicks

i go hard same nigga hit ya yard put ya lac on bricks

niggas a trip cry bull give niggas tha clip

slap niggas in they trap when they givin me lip

S.U.C my nigga we missin H.A.W.K

he gon live through the rest of the click thats real talk

thats right after yung joc part

Edited August 25, 2006 by t.g.