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]