Jadakiss - Hood cake lyrics

rate me

All I ever knew was kingpins and gangsters

Life start to change when you sitting around bankers

Investors, back when the Benz made the compressor

I compress my weed and never lost the texture

Went to get 50, they threw me 50 extra

Highly appreciate the real strong gesture

School of Hard Knocks, I never failed a semester

Fully loaded 9 with the big Winchester

Louch sold coke, Kiss sold coke

I sold coke, we all sold dope

Right around the time I couldn't look at my old folks

For my block shit, pop shit, get yo nose broke

Fuck around, let a shot fly

Ain't a minute of the day that I'm not high

Real nigger, I ain't switch up yet

We load heavy, hope Chevy make the pick up 'vette

Whether blood or a creep, yeah I stick up sets

So I used too, now I'm getting money off of juice too

I'm international, not rational

You do what I say or you do what I ask you too

Looking at the work like I get shit off

Looking at the hammer like I set shit off

Take head shots so you can take that vest shit off

LOX nigger, know we keep the best shit dog

Hip-Hop depreciates the value of luxury

Personally, I won't allow you to fuck with me

15 a sack, bundles is 150

You just had to be there, the money would come quickly

Very obedient with the cake

Cause I'm the ingredients in the cake

One place you'd never see me is by the Jake

Big cigars, martini's by the lake

Boss, you still get a hundred by the face

My connect still speak no ingles

Says a lot about you if you hating me

Turn a little bit of dough into a bakery

Bunch of copycats, a lot of fakery

Becoming a monster, that's cause you making me

I just wanna know who else is this strong

Generating this amount of money for this long

Shots pass your crew

Yellow gold kilo, Yacht Master ii

Get your Wallys dipped so the top match the blue

Couple more shots I might blast ya boo

Can't judge so they rape this shit

I stand behind mine, got faith in it

I just sell it, I don't make the shit

I got work to do, I got cake to get

Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake, Cake

It's hard to see the Snakes, Snakes, Snakes, Snakes

They ain't thugs, they Jake, Jake, Jake, Jakes

Find their bodies in the bottom of these great lakes

Do I think he the king?

Never that, bro, hol' up give that nigger a dap

Now these lame ass artists gotta think when they rap

Its almost back to the boom bap

It's no lyrical apps to download when I walk the ground fold

I'm heavy out the Chevy I dump for reload, DONNIE

Was something out a magazine

Pretty bitch whip something out a magazine

Gun on me, clip? Nah, that's a magazine

I make money flip easy, no trampoline

I done made a millie, P and Kiss made a millie

Hood cut it if he wasn't acting silly

But no hard feelings

I ain't even in the hood now, no more chilling

Chasing money, jumping off the tour bus posing for IG flicks

All around these chicks

I ain't OG, it's Rakim and Kane and them

I came right before Baby and Wayne and them

All these new niggers spit more pain than them

LOX, it'll never be the same as them

Ok, nigger!