Pants Hang Low

Hey, man, a motherfucker just told me to pull my pants up, homie (What?)

I looked at that motherfucker, told him, "Man, I'm from the hood and that's how shit go"

I let my pants hang low

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

I let my pants hang low

So you better not play with my dough

'Cause if you do, .44

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

I let my pants hang low

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

I'm from the home of goons, city of the choppers

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

If you sweet and you know it, fuck it, gon' rob ya

Want straight yoppers, fuck with no revolvers

Real street **** need a real good lawyer

Last two cases, fought both charges

In the hood, couple rules that you must follow

If you don't, then slugs filling yo' body

Want my paper, get my shorty

Hustle all day, tryna ride big body

Been with three dope boys, hood call 'em garbage

Will I still fuck her? I don't know, yeah, probably

Just a hood **** with a lot of swag, shorty

Who I hang with the most? Prolly my .40

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

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

I let my pants hang low

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

I let my pants hang low

So you better not play with my dough

'Cause if you do, .44

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

I let my pants hang low

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

Say I'm too hood, I might be

I don't give a damn what you think about me

You say I'm a goon, that's me

I don't give a damn what you think about me, ****

This where you find the most snitches and most guns

Got four little potnas right now on the run

Half of the city felons, other half got warrants

'Cause they swoll every first of the month

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

Hood cutthroat, can't even front

Bentley alright, get mo' attention than the dump

No shirt, pants sagging with big charm

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

Kicked in the trap, came through the front

Jack boys riding, trying to find what they want

Ball last night, 4 G's what I spun

Foenem fucking wit' me, better take his lunch

'Cause if you get behind me, then I'm gon' punch

454 under the hood will run

'Cause I'm from the hood, and this is how it done

I let my pants hang low

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

I let my pants hang low

So you better not play with my dough

'Cause if you do, .44

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

I let my pants hang low

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

Say I'm too hood, I might be

I don't give a damn what you think about me

You say I'm a goon, that's me

I don't give a damn what you think about me, ****

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen

You're now listening to ghetto music

And it's being supplied to you by the realest in charge, Plies

And the dude, Figgy-Fresh

Yeah, good night, y'all