I Luv Da Hood

[Intro: Young Buck] Banks pass the weed nigga G Unit nigga Yea bitch You niggas know what it is with me nigga Dirty south in this muthafucker Young Buck nigga you know where I'm from Ca$hville, nigga (Get money!) Make sure you put a dollar sign on the S too, bitch [Verse 1: Young Buck] Bullet wounds and tattoos is how I show my pain (You damn right) I'm gone so much my lil girl don't know my name (Ohh!) My palms covered in residue from cocaine Been on the block since 6 in the morning (Fo sho) The neighbors complain about the traffic at my house (Fuck y'all!) When they need to borrow something they put they hands out (Bitches) Lil kids start runnin' when they see my car comin' Just lookin' at me'll make a nigga start hustlin' I ain't a start nuttin' I just know how to count Know how to eyeball a 8ball you wearin 'em out (Ha haaa) Lips black from the blunts of that sour diеsel and the desеrt eagle I'm so illegal I can even feed you what they put in the needle Amsterdam got me thinkin' marijuana is legal You can call me country but don't call me broke (Why?) We got all this money 50 where you wanna go? C'mon nigga [Chorus: Young Buck] Shit ain't really all good but I love da hood (Damn) All I need is my weed, man I love da hood (Fo sho!) We ain't livin' like we should but I love da hood (Fuck it) But they still ten-a-key, yea I love da hood ([?]) Shit ain't really all good but I love da hood (C'mon) All I need is my weed, I love da hood (And what?) We ain't livin' like we should but I love da hood (Yea!) But they still ten-a-key, come and get it (Come and get it [?]) [Verse 2: Game] It's the gangbanger, Whoo Kid let it ride Fuckin' wit G-Unit I let the Desert fly Ridin' through Ca$hville wit Buck throwin' my dubs up for those who don't know that stand for west side, I blast on my enemies Fuck you if you ain't killin' me, knock your top off like Kennedy then sip Hennessey, ridin' through Tennessee if you need coke Young Buck got the remedy I got it for nine five if you wanna fly Put 'em in a Range Rover if you wanna drive If you only need one you ain't gotta come, I just pack it up and strap it to a bitch thigh You ever seen a Impala drive? Seen hollows fly? Seen yellow tape every time it's a homicide? when it's drama I pull the Glock from my waist, niggas tryna make my mama cry It's G-Unit nigga You better recognize I put you in the grave for that shit that Joe Budden tried I remember '93 when my brother died then 2Pac, Biggie Smalls and them other guys so me and my homies ride I got the chrome fo-five in my lap and my waist with the double 9's Niggas tried to kill me but it wasn't time I took five shots from my own brother 9, went into a coma woke up in the hospital, cops said they found drugs, I said it wasn't mine Bad boy but I wouldn't shine, matter fact I wasn't shit thought that 'cause I wouldn't sign now it's G Unit nigga read between the lines, bitch [Chorus: Young Buck] Shit ain't really all good but I love da hood (Damn) All I need is my weed, man I love da hood (Fo sho!) We ain't livin' like we should but I love da hood (Fuck it) But they still ten-a-key, yea I love da hood ([?]) Shit ain't really all good but I love da hood (C'mon) All I need is my weed, I love da hood (And what?) We ain't livin' like we should but I love da hood (Yea!) But they still ten-a-key, come and get it (Come and get it [?])