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