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Back 2 The Hood
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Back 2 The Hood was released on January 28, 2021 by 2503860 Records DK as a part of the album Jackin' for Beats
ReleasedJanuary 28, 2021
Label2503860 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
BPM100
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hot shit
Chris Coke, motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, hot shit
Chris Coke, motherfucker
Okay
Yeah, huh
Chris Coke, motherfucker, leggo!
I'm a coke seller, won't tell a cop shit (yup)
You been grinding for a minute but don't got shit (why?)
I been down for the block on some hot shit
Fuck re-rock, bitch, I need a rock brick
When it come to the keys, I'm a locksmith
I send a motherfucker right where God live
That's what the money do but bitch it's what the block did
I call it chopper, why? 'Cause it chop shit (brr)
Face shooter, dank Buddha in the backwood (what)
Redbone, pretty face but she act hood
Giving lessons for the game, I'm a teacher
And I just got some feelings from a tweaker
Can't fuck with that man, he a leecher
She used to be bad, now she like Felicia (oh)
DPS pulled me over but the plates clean
But the trunk full of fentanyl and K3
Since a late teen, I been doing the same thing
Kill everything, stay fresh, make green
I know a thick lil' bitch wanna smuggle for me (huh)
But I told that ho, bust a bubble for me
Ain't shit sweet, all this was a struggle for me
Twin clocks, and you can get a couple from me
Everyone who run they mouth now running from me
Everyone who stay down now stunning with me
Big blood in your face with a stack of blues
Rubberband all the hunters in the 50s too
Nothing legal, 'cause all this was criminal
You gotta watch me, I'm a different individual
Know my haters feeling sick, real miserable
Woulda did a feature, but your shit minimal
And I'm a animal, I make 'em feel invisible
Emergency room 'bout to get critical
I'm in the kitchen, four jars, eight zips cookin'
Turn the heat down, it bubble if you not lookin'
11 years old, I was on the block lookin'
For any undercover car that was parked crooked
Had to let the OG know down the way
Mongoose with the pegs, it was dark grey
I need at least ten bands, it's a hard day
Family over everything, what the mob say?
I'm too strategic, ain't no out-thinking me
Seventh letter mind frame, it's the G in me
Take a look in the mirror you don't see a G
Now look at Chris Coke, that's what you need to be
You ever hit the liquor store with your boy hoping to get brewed but it turn into a war?
Shit, there go the opps, homie
We ain't got no time for thinking, we busting, we give a fuck if the cops coming
Bust 'em, hit 'em, turn this homie to a victim
Ain't no cameras outside so ain't nobody be snitchin'
I roll out and post up for a minute
But I never got my brew, the main reason I'm trippin'
But fuck it, another day in the life where I proceed to do right
But somehow I take flight, codeine in the Sprite
Flash suppressor in the pipe
Ordinary night, Mexican dealing white, fuck 'em
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay, uh
Welcome to Jackin' for Beats
Where we goin'? Back to the hood?
Written by: Christopher David Martinez
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