N.O.R.E. - Hood BBQ lyrics

rate me

I just hold it got you for the love of the hood again

And stop thinking what it could or what it should’ve been

Cause it should’ve been came to my senses

And knew that slop that I’m a king and I knew that

Drink Jack designer belts with my nephew

The younger niggers running town they gotta respect you

They calling me OG and I’m cool with that

Cause I always kept the 2 it was cool with that

Cooking up now you just new to that

Fucking in the staircase I’m used to that

We don’t fuck with hookers we don’t buy head

My nigger...he want so ...it all

My OG niggers might Deuce and Timbo

I’m a real nigger to talk with

Don’t bring a rack cause you might make it awkward

See you niggers kids I ran with they grown up

They once smoked with me fuck it they’ve grown up

This is the slide family we got it toned up

Go ahead little nigger go roll up

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque

Couple bottles in a row that will get them going

Fresh pair to religions with the triple showing

Bitches love but they always say your boy bad

Know my nigger’s gun powder, Troy Ave

For every shoot first real my nigger

Everybody good bells good gun nigger

I run the town tell the truth you my son nigger

Ask around we the ones that get around nigger

I’m from the town of the cars free...

Young really I’m the G leader of the squad

All my niggers gone soft while we going hard

Good Belt Gang bitch here we on our squad

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque

I said fuck’em all motherfuck’em all

In the slot let me motherfuck’em all

Honey shots let me see you dump’em all

Ass soon as they hit the duck

Tell papi we want’em all

The look you get from eldest

No Zelda killed more than Griselda

Want beef from hamburger your helper

Take a light plain

Airplanes no delta

I held the doom and I hail my hand bag

Good belt gang why sell my pants out?

I don’t speak much fuck it I let my man

Hard to land fast...

Yeah boos talk homey

Try me fit in my shoes you won’t walk homey

You get left get left rag we cooking out

Slow from interlined we looking up

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque

Should we go have a hood barbeque?

Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque

Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque

I hope nobody’s getting shot at the barbeque