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Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste the powder back Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range Rove', 'bout to pound her back No strings attached, bitch might be a ho but she my homie though She got that friendly pussy, when I touch down she let my homies go Preacher's daughter, choir every Sunday bitch you known to blow When I was on the block broke back in '04, bitch act like she ain't know me though But it's all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes caught up in the hype See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I'm they type of nigga This ain't a date and never hesitate, you can put your lips where you like but I like my swisha "Fred you so cold on a ho," I know but I just sit back and get chose All about my stacks fuck a rat bitch I'm gon' stay on ten toes Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on strip poles When I'm tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes Songtexte I'm riding around and I'm getting it You riding around and you didn't I am riding around with semis, life's a bitch so I pimp it Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies I will dick her down so quickly I draw pistols with no pencils You know what I'm here for, that's to get dough Hotter than six niggas in a Pinto with the vents closed Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo I like a girl that like doing what her friend do 'Specially if it's me and I'm laying in the middle And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a trenchcoat Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo Now I'm the shit, I remember when I was piss poor Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood And I don't have to talk too much cause my paper do Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes I swear, man it ain't nothing like them neighborhood hoes Aus Songtexte Mania