Royce Da 5'9" - Hood Love lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Bun B, Joell Ortiz)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking]</i><br>
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on<br>
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on<br>
It ain't nothin like (like, like)<br>
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on<br>
Preme<br>
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<i>[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood)<br>
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good)<br>
'Cause you been keepin it real<br>
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)<br>
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Love from the hood<br>
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good<br>
'Cause you been keepin it true (true)<br>
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)<br>
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<i>[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]</i><br>
Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses<br>
Ryan Montgomery is the real person<br>
No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up<br>
I remember bein locked up (locked up)<br>
This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay)<br>
I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a <br>
fuck you up" (true story)<br>
Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche<br>
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey<br>
You think you like me, I'm aight with that<br>
I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat<br>
So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks)<br>
High, afraid of death, havin a life attack<br>
It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price<br>
Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo)<br>
My out of town niggaz know the business<br>
When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it<br>
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<i>[Chorus - Bun B]</i><br>
It ain't nothin like love from the hood<br>
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good<br>
'Cause you been keepin it real<br>
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)<br>
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It ain't nothin like love from the hood<br>
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good<br>
'Cause you been keepin it trill<br>
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)<br>
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<i>[Verse 2 - Bun B]</i><br>
It ain't nothin like walkin your block<br>
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock<br>
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks<br>
'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock<br>
Every corner got a homie you know well<br>
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh)<br>
Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out<br>
The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out<br>
The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do<br>
The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque<br>
And every backyard with the old school jams on<br>
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already)<br>
Everybody's home, nobody on the yard<br>
We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard<br>
Nobody arguin and everything's good<br>
Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood<br>
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<i>[Chorus - Joell Ortiz]</i><br>
It ain't nothin like love from the hood<br>
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good<br>
'Cause you be keepin it real<br>
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)<br>
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It ain't nothin like love from the hood<br>
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good<br>
'Cause you be keepin it G<br>
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)<br>
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<i>[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz]</i><br>
It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night<br>
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice<br>
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on)<br>
We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah)<br>
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm)<br>
'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh)<br>
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice<br>
Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha)<br>
Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never)<br>
Only just me, no security that I employ (nope)<br>
I never need to wear iron toy (why?)<br>
I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah)<br>
But nah, ain't about that right now (nah)<br>
It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?)<br>
It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw<br>
Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha)<br>
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