Hood-Ish-U

[Intro: Rondoe] Yeah this that hood ish-u [?] to the next You know what I mean? Got neighborhood Nipsey Hussle with me Yeah, what's up, cuz? Shout out to [?] What's up with it? I got RD on this thing Yeah Killa City [?] [?] up From Slausin to the 50 We the hardest out right now This for the block, man [Chorus: Ron Ron] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?] [Verse 1: Rondoe] I come fresh from the black top, stacking up change Kan City hustler, with California game Really doing my thing, you should already know I left the key in the ignition, so tell me when to go (Okay) This way of life is really not an option I'm a baby out the 80's, with a body fulla toxins Odds were against me, yeah, so I ain't chasing no more suckers Just money, you want me, come get me Yeah, what up, Nipsey? Handle my business, Slausin to the 50 I'm so hood, you must admit, this white T is still crispy If hood is raw, well then I'm no good Standing on this property, playing it like Monopoly We staying ready for handling anomosity I'm standing on this property, playing it like Monopoly Staying ready for handling anomosity On mommas [Chorus: Ron Ron] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times I got too many enomies for you to ask why My city is a war zone, and it's two sides So where I come from, niggas murder to survive Look my purpose is to rise, above you fake fagget motherfuckers I despise 745, when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly Smoke is in the sky, why, ask why My Glock provide hollo tips for the homicide My block alive, Frankenstein I'm a problem child Somebody tell 'em cracked melons make mama's cry Smack 11 crack selling, check my Slauson style Stay fly, 'cause I ain't focused on falling down I'm balling out, so all my ex bitches calling now I fuck 'em, clown 'em, kick 'em out and make a song about it You talking 'bout that drama, boy, I'm all about it Me and my pistol press the issue, leave the squad up out it [Chorus: Ron Ron] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?] [?] we on the curb, drinking [?] No suckas around us, [?] White T, white [?] [?]