Pants Hang Low

[Intro: Plies & Mannie Fresh] Heh, hey man~! A motherfucker just told me to pull my pants up homey (what?) I went up to that motherfucker told him Man I'm from the hood and that's how shit go! [Chorus: Plies] I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So you better not play with my dough Cause if you do... fo'-fo' (fo'-fo') I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga! [Verse 1: Plies] I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppers You ain't 'bout that life, you don't want no problems If you sweet and you know it, fuck it gon' rob ya Want straight yoppers, fuck with no revolvers Real street nigga need a real good lawyer Last two cases, bought fo' charges In the hood, couple rules that you must follow If you don't then slugs enter yo' body Want my paper, get my shorty Hustle all day, try to ride big body Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage Will I still fuck her, I don't know yeah probably Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shorty Who I hang with the most, prolly my forty Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me Stay in the hood 'til I die homie, that's regardless [Chorus: Plies] I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So you better not play with my dough Cause if you do... fo'-fo' (fo'-fo') I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga! [Refrain: Plies] Say I'm too hood, I might be I don't give a damn what you thank about me You say I'ma goon, that's me I don't give a damn what you thank about me, nigga~! [Verse 2: Plies] This where you find the most snitches and most guns Go four little potnahs right now on the run Half of the city felons, other half got warrants Cause they swoll every first of the month If you ain't got five, you better not stunt Hood cutthroat, can't even front Bentley alright, get mo' attention than the dump No shirt pants saggin with big charm If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt Kicked in the trap, came through the front Jack boys ridin tryin tp find what they want Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun Before you fuckin wit me, better take his lunch Cause if you get behind me then I'm gon' punch 454's under the hood will run Cause I'm from the hood, and this is how it done [Chorus: Plies] I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (my pants) hang low (hang low) So you better not play with my dough Cause if you do... fo'-fo' (fo'-fo') I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga! [Refrain: Plies] Say I'm too hood, I might be I don't give a damn what you thank about me You say I'ma goon, that's me I don't give a damn what you thank about me, nigga~! [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Yahhhhh! Ladies and gentlemen You're now listenin to, ghetto music And it's bein supplied to you by the realest in charge, Plies! And the dude, Figgy-Fresh Yeah! Good night y'all