me (I do it) Trae I'm the hood if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at) In the back of a Chevy that's all black (All black) Racks on racks, I don
break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah [Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B] From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state) To all
the Homestead hoods From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day
money no more we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth
Homestead hoods From Mo City to Studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with Z-Ro and Trae Gon let the top down, it's a beautiful day Haters
Some of my closest niggaz, wanna see me lose it all But the love of my name is on, they can't get in my shoes at all I'm still hood with it still gangsta
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
Ay-aiyyyy, if only for one Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight" [Chorus One: Z-Ro] + [Trae] [
] [Z-Ro] (Say Ridgemont!) Mo City my motherfuckin hood My nigga Grady and Mike Newsome in the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood
this all white, reminscin all night, 'bout my cousin Trans Wreakin havoc in this rap game, so it's alright Grandmother and my Auntie gettin everything they need Trae your name's all
hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us [Chorus: Trae
[Hook] Why y'all, wanna fuck with us We don't fuck with y'all, (fuck with y'all) Run up on us, with that nothing Nigga you gon be in the ground, (in the
to get ya self in a wreck I put a cease on all breathin when I squeeze my weapon better hope God come for you cause you gon'need a blessing somebody save 'em it's gon'take all
said fuck me, you stood next to me Gave me some game, then he told me I was S.U.C. My nigga never had a hateful bone, in his body And all he said was
Up Now nigga y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun if I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none y'all don't wanna see me with
mayn Hitman, be the number one honcho Get that white from Poppy, and that green from Poncho Slab riding, got me loaded and cocked Much love to my nigga Trae, good looking out [Trae
we just blow it (We spend it all up) We don't even count the money no more we just throw it And make 'em pick it all up [Trae Tha Truth:] Money strapped
[talking: Trae] Cheyah They say I'm still on that same old shit Ha Ha Okay Let's get it Uh Your now tuned in to the streets Such a regular broadcast had