My neighborhood's full of drama Killas and thugs Everybody representin By throwin em up With a quick hi hello Or a beat down baby Even cops knows the bloccs That it's all time crazy It's alright Cuz it's home sweet hood Even though half of us Is up to no good You gotta love it When your born and raised In a place Full of problems That you gotta face I'm a native in the city Of these detroit streets Wit a warrior mentality That wont at ease Tommy hawk in one hand, Blunt in the otha So I can get high and just swing at mutha fuccas That's how it is I protect my shit On my front porch Servin up free fat lips So come and see me If you down to hang But when you visit In the minute You can't be actin strange For real
My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be So much drama My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be So much drama
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H DOUBLE O DCOV In the double 7 0 is where ur findin me Wit that front porch livin Got the lawn chair high Don't mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try This is the reason to die We straight country folk bangin Them dirt road bangin Country folk slangin Got that hard That soft That prescription for your mental My neighborhood homies got them backroads credentials Fo do chevys one on bloccs otha one pumped up Bad ass kids leavin grown folks punked out Trailer park cookin Servin up that ass City cars always swervin when them hoes walk past Cuz them corn bread booties got em hypnotized Spendin college tuition Just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away But this is where I stay Red Clay, GA
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My neighborhood Is on locc cuz we like it that way My neighborhood Is a place where the gangstas play My neighborhood Can see right through if you don't belong My neighborhood Can defeat allt he weak and build up the strong My neighborhood Is on some shit like you ain't neva seen My neighborhood Red dirt roads sportin thugs and theives My neighborhood Country fuccin mouths ain't neva heard of no blocc My neighborhood Is so far out don't bother callin no cops
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My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be So much drama My neighborhood ain't wat it's all cracced up to be So much drama
Repeat
H DOUBLE O DCOV In the double 7 0 is where ur findin me Wit that front porch livin Got the lawn chair high Don't mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try This is the reason to die We straight country folk bangin Them dirt road bangin Country folk slangin Got that hard That soft That prescription for your mental My neighborhood homies got them backroads credentials Fo do chevys one on bloccs otha one pumped up Bad ass kids leavin grown folks punked out Trailer park cookin Servin up that ass City cars always swervin when them hoes walk past Cuz them corn bread booties got em hypnotized Spendin college tuition Just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some might seem worlds away But this is where I stay Red Clay, GA
Chorus
My neighborhood Is on locc cuz we like it that way My neighborhood Is a place where the gangstas play My neighborhood Can see right through if you don't belong My neighborhood Can defeat allt he weak and build up the strong My neighborhood Is on some shit like you ain't neva seen My neighborhood Red dirt roads sportin thugs and theives My neighborhood Country fuccin mouths ain't neva heard of no blocc My neighborhood Is so far out don't bother callin no cops
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