My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood
And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book
Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
With so many others still stuck in the hood
Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good
I got the hood behind me
We like to party
If theres a time that in the hood
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could
And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,
Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name
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