hood, yeah them niggaz riot Car stopped, windows cracked hear them thangs firing It's all hood nigga, it's all hood nigga [Trae] The hood done made me
Traduction: Trae. Tous les Bois.
problem here? ' If you beat me to the trigger I ain't mad homie Least I ain't gotta cry no more No more feeling sad homie Y'all know trae got my back
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
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
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
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
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
but to authorities it mean you sellin crack It's a shame I can't ride on the rich side of town Without bein pulled over, thrown on the hood and patted
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
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
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
s a win or lose So what's it gonna be, him or you? Did he lie on your bed, did she lie to your head? Well, it all depends on the truth See I'm realistic
