Love Me In The Hood Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

It's banks nigga 

South side love 

They love me in the hood 

Cold since my man died, over that's a damn lie 

Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide 

Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship 

I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch 

I'm so far ahead I'm already dead 

Getting at you from the future that's why I'm used to what you said 

Wait until you see the new Superhead 

She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed 

I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread 

I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head 

Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony 

Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me 

Exotic women, heavy lenin, that's how I'm living 

The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens 

Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings 

F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him 

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Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood 

Them bitches talking about me, that's how you know I'm doing good 

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 

I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes 

I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes 

Do you here me? 

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood 

Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn 

Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn 

Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed 

Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage 

I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid 

F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids 

I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them 

My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling 

Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em 

I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's pen 

You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance 

I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants 

I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents 

Done worked my whole life to get two, I've been spending ever since 

Gg kush bags couldn't find a better stench 

Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench 

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Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me 

Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie 

Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie 

When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy 

Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year 

Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere 

F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared 

All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared 

Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer 

Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china 

Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer 

Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana 

I'm honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor 

Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel 

All the snickering, I'm running through this money till the trip is done 

I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son