Pants Hang Low Lyrics - Da Realist - Plies

[Intro - Plies talking:] 

Aye, man, muthafucka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?) 

Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthafucka 

and told him i'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

[Chorus - Plies:] 

I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) 

I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) 

So, you better not play with my dough 

'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

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[Verse 1 - Plies:] 

I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppas 

You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't want no problems 

If you sweet and you know it, fuck it gone rob ya 

Want straight yappas, fuck with no revolvers 

Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer 

Last two cases, bought four charges 

In the hood, couple rules that you must follow 

If you don't then, slugs'a be in your body 

Want my paper, get my shawty 

Hustle all day, try to ride big body 

Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage 

Will I still fuck'a, I don't know, yeah, prolly 

Just a hood nigga with alot of swag shawty 

Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40 

Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me 

Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless 

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[Chorus - Plies:] 

I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) 

I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) 

So, you better not play with my dough 

'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

[Hook - Plies:] 

Say i'm too hood, might be 

Don't give a damn what you think about me 

Say i'ma goon, that's me 

Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga 

[Verse 2 - Plies:] 

This where you find the most snitches, and most guns 

Go four little parnters right now, on the run 

Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned 

Guns stay swole every first of the month 

If you ain't got 5, you better not stunt 

Hood cut throat, can't even front 

Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk 

No shirt, pants saggin' with big charm 

If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt 

Geeked in this trap, come through the front 

Jack boys ridin', tryna find what they want 

Ball last night, 4 g's what I spun 

Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his lunch 

'Cuz, if you get behind me, then i'm gon' punch 

554's under the hood, will run 

'Cuz i'm from the hood, and this is how it done 

[Chorus - Plies:] 

I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) 

I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) 

So, you better not play with my dough 

'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) 

I'm from the hood and that's how shit go 

[Hook - Plies:] 

Say i'm too hood, might be 

Don't give a damn what you think about me 

Say i'ma goon, that's me 

Don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga 

[Outro - Mannie Fresh talking:] 

Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen 

You're now listenin' to the ghetto music 

And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge, 

Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah 

Good night ya'll