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Scott Storch
Scott Storch
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Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Клавишные инструменты
50 Cent
50 Cent
Вокал
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Вокал
Young Buck
Young Buck
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Автор песен
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Автор песен
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Автор песен
Дэвид Браун
Автор песен
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Автор песен
Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Продюсер
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Продюсер
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Инженер звукозаписи
Rouble Kapoor
Rouble Kapoor
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
José Borges
José Borges
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Michael Dobmeier
Michael Dobmeier
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Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
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[Verse 1]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
[Verse 2]
After the VMA's, my baby mama cussed my ass out
I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my crib so I could see these snakes
You see 'em back in the hood, it's 'cause I see they fake
I preach a sermon 'bout the paper like I'm Creflo Dollar
I pop you punk **** like I pop my collar
I'm confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I'm on now, goddamnit, I done came up (What?)
Now you can find me with the finest hoes
Choosing which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, I'm heavy on the ice, man
If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure, I got a knife, fam
Get outta line and I'm lighting your ass up
Semi-automatic spray, I tighten your ass up, what
[Verse 3]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs
[Verse 4]
Slow down, little ****, don't exceed your speed
'Cause I will put G's on your fitted like the Negro League
I got connects, I don't need no weed
I been in LA for a year now, so I don't see no seeds
After I'm done, you're clapping the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans, guess what, your favorite rapper does too
In a minute, I'ma have the jeweler making my rims spin
My crew run wild like the Jamaicans in Kingston
Nothing but bling bling in your face, boy
That's why my neck shine like one of the shirts
That Puffy and Mace wore
I done found a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She at my balls, head first like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
I take care of birds like an animal doctor
I been out and buzzing, **** just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of Bin Laden cousins (What?)
[Verse 5]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be popping them thangs
[Verse 6]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be popping them thangs
[Verse 7]
Read the paper, look at the news, we on the front page
Yeah, we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice in the Jacob watch will make a broke **** take somethin'
So I gotta keep the four-fifth with no safety button
G-Unit get that money, I know some artists is starving
But play the game like they rich, to me, that shit funny
I know you see me comin', 'cause on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those that hated on me
I hate when **** claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't a Crip like Snoop, you ain't no Blood like Game
See, I been havin' beef, I got my own bulletproof vest
Most of my enemies dead, I got about two left
Until my last breath, I'm sendin' **** bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes
You know how we roll, everywhere that we go
It's four-four's, calicos, and desert eagles
[Verse 8]
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be popping them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangsters around know my whole crew (****, what?)
We hold it down like we supposed to
****, you can front if you want, we be popping them thangs
Written by: Andre Romell Young, C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, David Brown, Mike Elizondo, Scott Storch
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