Hood Love

[Intro: Young Buck]

(Heyyy)

G-Unit!!

(Heyyy)

Southhhh

(Heyyy)

Ayo whassup niggas

(Heyyy)

Yea

(Heyyy)

It's like this

(Heyyy)

Yo hood is my hood

(Heyyy)

My hood is yo hood

[?] [?] go nigga

(Heyyy)

[?] [?]

[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

In the kitchen like I'm Chef Boyardee

Keep half of it white, cook up a quarter ki'

Put some tints on a Grand Am, throw away my phone

Hate to hear a grown man holla throw a dog a bone

God bless the child who can hold his own

I turn a penny to a 20, a gram to a zone

A hooptie to a Bentley, the gold to the chrome

A fully to a semi, the bricks to a home

The hood love me like grape Kool-Aid

They say you live and you learn from mistakes you made

So I took off the soda, and added more coke

They sniff it up they nose and it numbs up they throat

That's why

[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

36 ounces, we call 'em whole thangs

And if we catch a case, we don't say no names

Take care the old folks, make sure they good

Cause we don't need no help, in our motherfuckin hood

We livin' by the G code, eye fo' an eye

You take one of mine, then 10 of yours die

Through all of this beef shit, I'm so fly

Some red monkey jeans and a Glock fo'-five

See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T.I

So kill all the rumors 'bout that song, get high

You worry 'bout mine, can't pay yo' bills

And me and Banks fuckin hoes outta Yayo crib, yea

[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)

The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)

We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)

These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)

I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)

[Outro: Young Buck]

Yeah nigga

This a G-Unit production

I made the motherfuckin' beat

So holla

Yeaahhhhh

Ayo shoutout to that nigga Lil O

He one of them under 21 millionaires

Ca$hville nigga

We get money down here bitch

Yo!!!!