Hoodies Down

[Intro] Ah yo the mad face When you see that shit You know it's that hardcore hiphop [Hook] Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4 [Verse 1] Nigga, I got a face only a mother could love You a candy on a stick nigga, suck and fall off And if I kill anybody, ye, whatsup at the club I'll be the life of the party, motherfucker whatsup I'll be that Mob Deep, Fat Joe, Brooklyn shit Bitch, that shit survive me [to be continued...] [Hook] Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4 Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4 [Verse 2] Ay, yo, yo, I'm talking way way way back Momma said "Paul, you better stop playing like that" "Keep playing with your face, gonna stay like that" Momma never 'allow my fucking face stay like that Sometimes I makе the mad face for fun Scaring old ladies, making kids run You havе a mad face too if you know where I'm from So niggas won't fuck with you, coz you don't look like you da one In 93, the mad face was established I represent the United States ghetto, and the madness Coz you can get stabbed and shot, even if you the baddest And the mad face, [....] of Paris You might see me in the hood, around Just standing on the block, drinking henny, blowing woodies down Criminal mind, like the boogie down All my mad face nigga's lets go, pull your hoodies down [Hook] Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4 Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4 [Instrumental Outro]