This is a song about "Hood crips los angeles"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

All green nigga pick six

Hit and miss these fake crips

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

But now your under a hood

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips