Robbin' Of da Hood

King Sun

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    [verse 1]
    It's goin down in the ghetto, around 7
    So beep me about 6, with code 11
    So we can hook up at the spot and get right for the night
    We stickin up anything in sight
    If anybody moves, let em have it
    I mean that, just get the goods, fuck the crab shit
    And be quick, we can't afford to lose time
    Somebody might sketch us, bitch up and drop dime
    And don't forget to take the drugs and the buy money
    And jack the car with the plates, save your ma money
    Bring a duct tape and strap 2 joints and 4 clips
    Don't slip, yo, be on point
    The kids that we hittin is supposed to be willies
    One from new york and one comin up from philly
    To pick up four ki's, and that's all good
    It's a shame he doesn't know about the robbin of the hood

    [fat boys] (prrrr stick em hahaha stick em)
    Nobody moves nobody gets hurt

    [verse 2]
    There they go, it's not 7 on the dot
    We gotta move before the spot gets hot
    In the parkin lot? yo, these is two dumb brothers
    Word to mother, yo, they probably never seen _deep cover_
    After this let em rent the movie
    Now they're gettin in the car together, it's goin smoothly
    Everybody play your hoods and your masks
    Try not to blast, get caught, and that's your ass
    The five of us took a oath and swore
    We would rob from the rich and give to the poor
    Drug dealers give us the perfect opportunity
    To rob they ass and give back to our community
    On 3 like tnt, keep your cool
    Tape em up, get the drugs, money, cars and jewels
    And beat em down real good like police would
    Cause everyone's a victim of the robbin in the hood

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    [chorus]

    [verse 3]
    Two of us are black, and one of us is jewish
    Korean, spanish, but why do we do this?
    We grew up together in the ghetto colorblind
    We trust each other more than we trust our own kind
    I used to move drugs, then my man cold played me
    I did five years, cause my girl betrayed me
    I maxed out, took a fed bid all the way
    But now i'm home and muthafuckas gotta pay
    We never keep the money, cause none of us are greedy
    So we reform the fiends and hit off the needy
    Makin our version of a ghetto robin hood
    Confiscatin properties and reposessin all goods
    The drugs we rob, re-sell and rob again
    Willies think they're bein set up by they own friends
    Fuck what they think, and fuck what you heard
    Little do they know that it's the neighborhood nerds
    Real crimies, do or die the way it's meant to be
    To get the biggest willie is the crime of the century
    If he don't get us first, knock on wood
    Niggas, watch your back, it's the robbin of the hood

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    Composición: Antonio Shaman Matthews, Sudhama Ranganathani y Shaeaze

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