So Damn Hood Lyrics - Hood Star - Crooked I

(Crooked I: repeat 2x) 

It feels so good, when you so damn hood 

(Crooked I) 

Peep me out though 

You niggas soft outta control, on your next video 

You probably do the splits like the godfather of soul 

While I'm rottweiler patrol, first I clock dollars 

Then I pop collars with hoes, I got a problem with foes 

Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows 

Nigga, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore 

They put their lips on my dick and give me chips and more 

Yall should stop, you off the block you faking 

I walk with glocks, don't talk to cops for nathin 

I brought them choppers in case of al-ter-cation 

I aims and pops in the face of confrontation 

Speaking raw terror, I'll have your momma picking paul bearers 

Broke niggas, yea, y'all error 

Got to show 'em how to new age rap 

But I'm still ghetto as the last swallow of Kool-Aid left 

We so damn hood 

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(Chorus: Sisqo) 

Pussy out if you would lets get good baby we so damn hood 

We ride and another would, its understood that we so damn hood 

Bust the script if you would, wish you could, nigga we so damn hood 

Everybody feeling good like we should, baby we so damn hood 

(Crooked I) 

Stop the screaming, can't nobody in the area to help 

If you was homophobic, nigga you'd be scared of yourself 

Listen as I, start to whoop ass, why? 

Would you try Crooked I, will you die like the last guy 

I told you I would put holes riders man 

Destiny's Child be the only "Survivors" man 

Nigga I been hot, whipping the six drop 

Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props 

My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock 

and it don't stop, giving the big glock 

I'm smacking you haters up, stacking the paper 

Like I signed an major contract with the Lakers 

It's C-R put them with E-R double O trouble blow 

Ghetto star haters split your wig 

And do the thang in this game 'til I'm O.G. it's Mr. Big 

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(Chorus) 

(Crooked I) 

How many wanna know what I love? Holla, niggas who love me 

We six deep in the ridiculous humvee 

Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall 

Break your face, like Mike Tyson with his gloves off 

I'm so hood and ghetto fo life 

I park an five in the driveway and ready to fight 

If you think I ride with metal you right 

Commenting federal crimes only an federal type 

It's like, every where I go, all I know fo' sho' 

That this The Row, that we gets the dough 

What's the R-O-W like 

Slug one and you take your dime because you aint fucking her right 

Yea yea I nothin fo life, big pipes stuck in your wife 

In the bed it's us and a dyke 

You should never get it mixed up, big nuts, get clutched 

Thick sluts, get fucked, dick sucked, bitch what? (telll meeeee) 

(Chorus) - repeat 2X