Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Thug
Vocals
Vicious
Vocals
Bun B
Vocals
Mddl Fngz
Vocals
Pimp C
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Butler
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Andrew Harr
Songwriter
George Hill
Songwriter
Avery Stevenson
Songwriter
Stayve Thomas
Songwriter
Eric Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Runners
Producer
Stephen Siravo
Recording Engineer
Doug Fenske
Assistant Engineer
Tony Rey
Mixing Engineer
Travis Pochintesta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bun B
Executive Producer
Cory Mo
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
J. Prince
Executive Producer
Mike Moe
Recording Engineer
Phillip Ramos
Assistant Engineer
Pimp C
Executive Producer
Tony Terrebonne
Assistant Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ****, the hood is fucked up right now
You **** got shit all crossed up
**** got the game real twisted right now
You **** is really hustlin' wrong
You **** got your grind wrong, man
I gotta watch you, hoe ass ****
It's time for the teacher to sit back in front of the class, ****
Write on the blackboard and teach you hoe ass **** the rules, ****
'Cause ain't no body showin' you, ****
How to get money the right way
If you gon' get money, bitch
'Cause you gon' fuck everybody money up on the real
[Verse 2]
Now my hustlers, grinders and ballers
Open up your mind
A lot of **** hustlin' backwards
Need to press rewind
There's some **** playin' dirty pool
Back alley bandits
They crossin' up the trill
And man ya boy just can't stand it
Mothafuckas need to be reprimanded and straight checked
These boys is givin' the wrong **** out here respect
Break ya neck to fuck with a **** then compromise your hood
Ya doin' shit you know ain't cool
And to the good
Got kids movin' work,
Hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters they hits stages, whole shit on the cool
Matter fact, fuck the cool
You **** need to hear me
Breakin' bread with certified snitches
Don't come near me (don't come near me)
You **** givin' these canaries all these passes
Fuckin' getting' dough with a snitch
Get in they asses
I'm teachin' classes
Dope slangin' one-oh-one
These hoe ass ****
Don't want none of Bun, I'm takin' they hood back
[Verse 3]
**** gettin' out, goin' fed
In six months you're back?
Off with his head
We takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong
We takin' the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin' the hood back
[Verse 4]
I'm a G hell yea, oh boy
Got ya bitch lookin' mad
While them fingas so full
I drink hard while you **** drink bull
But the boy like Middle Finga got bam like pool
And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down
Brotha burna zone, ****
Hell yea I'm 'bout dat
Shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side
Leave yo house flat
[Verse 5]
For the paper
Fuck small towns, go major
Fuck a cell phone, go pagers
Young low frazier
Shoot good with no laser
And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza
Some killa talk ****
Some real talk ****
We tha fingaz around whoever killed off ****
And I put that on ? steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave
Cause we takin' the hood back
[Verse 6]
**** gettin' out, goin' fed
In 6 months you're back?
Off with his head
We takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong
We takin' the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin' the hood back
[Verse 7]
A thousand-eight grams
Enough to get yo ass right
Ya smart with it, get caught with it
Enough to get yo ass life
From out here in these trenches
Ain't no fuckin' love or second chances
Long time offender
Lose yo ass, get enhanced
Speak not, keep yo mouth shut
Investigate the whole place
Make 'em think it's cool
Follow that **** 'round the whole day
The game ain't the same
It all changed for the worst
**** got the less time cause he came with it first
See I disperse to dope amongst convicted felons
Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit
Strictly keys
I gets my paper
I was taught by older ****
Cold blooded killas
Dope dealers, soldier ****, I'm alert
I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit
I show you how to stop that bitch
Get ignit with this choppa bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised
Snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my **** gon' ride tonight
[Verse 8]
**** gettin' out, goin' fed
In six months you're back?
Off with his head
We takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo' ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong
We takin' the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin' the hood back
[Verse 9]
I'm takin' back the streets
Thang on the C
On parole, but I'm cold with the heat
Candy coated rock balla
Twenty chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick
I ain't 'bout to call her
There's a lot of **** rappin', playin' games
I don't see none of that shit
That you name
Where the car at (uh)
Where the bread at (uh)
Where the girl you say ya got tha fire head at (eh)
Where the rocks at (uh)
Where the glocks at (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic
The only place is at
That's my lifestyle you're rappin' 'bout
I'm having everything you pussy **** yappin' 'bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it ****, bring me 10 thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got it you counterfeit ****
****, I'm takin' my hood back
[Verse 10]
**** gettin' out, goin' fed
In six months you're back?
Off with his head
We takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong
We takin' the hood back
Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
Hell naw, we takin' the hood back
You in the club like it's good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothafucka
We takin' the hood back
Written by: Andrew Harr, Avery Stevenson, Bernard James Freeman, Chad Butler, Eric Johnson, George Hill, Jermaine Jackson, Stayve Thomas