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Hood Star by Lyfe Jenningsالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Hood Star by Lyfe Jennings

     

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Yea! Hypnotize Minds, Jesus
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin' down
Life is beautiful man
But niggas don't respect niggas, you know what i'm sayin?
You help a man out just for him to dog you out
Niggas don't appreciate shit, fuck 'em all!

[Chorus]
So you crack this weed
It's respect that'll cost my nigga
Double back through the water if you cross a nigga
It's greasy at the top, don't fall off my nigga
And get lost my nigga
I'm a marijuana smokin', never been broken
I don't give a fuck about the po-lice, I'm a hood star!
Sixty inches on my Impala
Daddy I'm a motherfuckin' gangster

[Verse 1]
These niggas wanna be in my shoes, but they feet too small
They only yell so I turn to, just to see me fall
The new code in the streets, that's used by the phony
If you can't beat him, just call the police on him
Or hate on him so bad try to turn the world against him
Go in the studio like a hoe make some bullshit and dis him
But none of that surprise me I done been through it all
17 years in the game, real game, DJ Paul
I done seen the real, I done seen the fake
I done seen fake bitches turn real to fake
Cause hateism is a disease, it's kinda like AIDS
They feed you shit for years, and then they send you to your grave

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
First I'm broke, so I hang out with the rat and roach
And still broke, cause I'm sleepin' on apartment flo's
The hood struggle is to get it, got to make the change
See every dark is like the dark cloud full of rain
You wonder why niggas high and they robbin' folks
Ain't nothin' to tell you but to pack yo' heat and let it go
Them junkies get a fuckin' kick, when they smoke a brick
I never seen a drug dealer ever call it quits
But get money (yes sir!) Make the block pop off
Niggas snitchin' man they heads will get chopped off
The feds tappin fool it's dangerous when you hood trappin'
So don't get lost in the sauce slingin cold crack'n

[Chorus]

Writer : HUTCH, WILLIE / MAFIA, THREE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC OBO TEFNOISE PUBLISHING

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