B.A.M. - Hoodness lyrics

rate me

Woodface Jesus peice

We on that hoodness

Levis with no crease

That's that hoodness

Sour Diesel dumped in a philly

We on that hoodness

I smoke everyday I'm illy

That's that hoodness

Hey yo catch me in the streets riding with heat longer than Shaq's shoes

All I need is a shot, a fifth of vodka and I smash dudes

Without a Khalid cosign nigga this so hood

B.A.M., Flush, N.O.R.E. with Nyne we up to no good

Roll wood we got them colt 45'ers up in the freezer

Killers won't hesitate to paint your shirt like the Mona Lisa

Me and New York go together just like Rome to Caesar

We in the streets fishing for chips nigga Arthur Treachers

I calmy sleep ya puffin reefer when I bomb this ether

You ain't snitching me either difference is no one believe ya

No sale disconnected that mean nobody bought it

So when you're dialing through the line dog I can't call it

You busy swaggin and surfin making hip hop a circus

Next person gonna wind up in the trunk with his mouth hurting

For certain in love with death? I see you niggas flirting

Rest in peace to the God Guru Solar it's fuckin curtains

Woodface Jesus peice

We on that hoodness

Levis with no crease

That's that hoodness

Sour Diesel dumped in a philly

We on that hoodness

I smoke everyday I'm illy

That's that hoodness

Look I've been rich never forget where a nigga come from

The slums where we bust guns...Roll dice...drug runs

They yell when the cops come...wrong hood...ox son

They thought it was Chinese in Flushing so I had to chop son

There's beef...let the block come and bitches get it poppin too Fuck this repercussion this is something that we do to you

You driving? then we follow you....You tricking? Send a model through You don't live by these hood rules you gonna die for these hood jewels.. In this game Royal won't lose I'm fresh niggas old school The dash in the Audi look like you're playin with pro tools. Cash rules bitches suck my dick like a cashew. Wear jewelry like me? than the feds will harrass you. The only time you play golf is when these bitches gas you. Run in ya house with no mask then I'll mash you. Fuck gettin money on the low I'm gettin major paper I'm here to work-a-mill I'm dealing with some better players

Woodface Jesus peice

We on that hoodness

Levis with no crease

That's that hoodness

Sour Diesel dumped in a philly

We on that hoodness

I smoke everyday I'm illy

That's that hoodness

Thanks to B.A.M. for correcting these lyrics