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Ridin to the hood Yea, I got that good In the back of the 'lac and this Fuck you, pay me A hot 16 if you kno what I mean Just holla at my guys kno me Fuck you, pay me To my hoes in the club If they aint showin luv Put ya finga in his face and tell em Fuck You, Pay me If you all about them dollas Then let me hear you holla Candy paint the Impala nigga Fuck you, pay me Verse 1: They call me laffy taffy This aint no bubble gum I'm a real nigga And this a trap song If your girl choose Let her do her thing SongtexteSaid that on another song And aint shit changed When you peep the swag Tell me what you see Grade A hustla Certified G And yea I Joc Get's all the honey's Playboy bunnies, murda mummies Those the ones you get the money Yeah I kno you see it And if u choose the hate Then pimpin so be it Joc of all trades 101 different hustle Just to get paid I love you lady face So when you kiss her How I taste Did I strike nerve Oops my bad Gon kick back Roll a bag Take a drag And if she show me luv Then pimp she aint yearns Oh, what yo as nigga Let it burn Ridin to the hood Yea, I got that good In the back of the 'lac and this Fuck you, pay me A hot 16 if you kno what I mean Just holla at my guys kno me Fuck you, pay me To my hoes in the club If they aint showin luv Put ya finga in his face and tell em Fuck You, Pay me If you all about them dollas Then let me hear you holla Candy paint the Impala nigga Fuck you, pay me Verse 2: What it do lil nigga I'm tryna get paid Watch Sunny hit the set In his new escalade I got it made Plasma screen in my car And I'm jammin on some screw Purple drink in my jar M-16 Fuck the law and them hatas Us Northside niggas rock black Like the raiders Got pounds at my bitch crib Always countin stacks Only I kno where she live Aint no gettin jack At the club acting baad Neva had a daad Pourin out liquor for my lil nigga Chad Fake fuck niggaz get dealt with quick Damn something stink Sunny V he the shit Commity thats the clique Fuck you, pay me we rich Over the sky in helicopters Baby we rich I wish a nigga would Yea its all good I got gators in the pool In the middle of the hood Ridin to the hood Yea, I got that good In the back of the 'lac and this Fuck you, pay me A hot 16 if you kno what I mean Just holla at my guys kno me Fuck you, pay me To my hoes in the club If they aint showin luv Put ya finga in his face and tell em Fuck You, Pay me If you all about them dollas Then let me hear you holla Candy paint the Impala nigga Fuck you, pay me Verse 3: Brand new J's on my feet What these pussy niggas Think they kno bout me Mister Isty Meige I'm cold wit a fever My mind complex Baby gurl I might leave you With your eye contact Hit my sweet two times Pass i puff thrax Gurl we some wise guys Me and Joc on the track Sunny V he the sauce Hit the block just to floss Got an 87 flee 7 coats Extra gloss lookin mean One the scene so clean I'm a kill em It's a new epidemic Bird Flu, I'm a kill em Wipe yo feet on my flo mats I'm talkin picture perfect moments Made for Kodak All that bullshit gotta stop Betta kno that I bought a mini 14 throwback U can hit me on my phone And if I dont answer I'm proly somewhere Stickin dick in a dancer Ridin to the hood Yea, I got that good In the back of the 'lac and this Fuck you, pay me A hot 16 if you kno what I mean Just holla at my guys kno me Fuck you, pay me To my hoes in the club If they aint showin luv Put ya finga in his face and tell em Fuck You, Pay me If you all about them dollas Then let me hear you holla Candy paint the Impala nigga Fuck you, pay me (Thanks to Ms. Booty for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania