So Hood

(feat. Clyde Carson)
 [E-A-Ski: talking]
 Hell yeah...
 E-A-Ski, CMT track... ha ha ha
 Yeah Bullys Wit Fullys part 3
 Messy Marv, Guce, Fillmoe', Hunters Point, it don't stop, let's go
 [Verse 1: Messy Marv]
 I'm switchin' lanes with them stunnas on my face
 Chop in the trunk, wally on my waist
 Back in the game nigga feelin' like Mase
 Red J Jonas with the red shoe lace
 Deuces on the load, rocks in my load
 The ice in my mouth keep my Nextel froze
 Have you ever seen a scrape with the Lamborghini doors
 Bitch I thizz and play with my nose
 [Guce:]
 The girls, the girls they love me
 It's the project lover
 But I'm gang banger, and a drug smuggler
 Gucey Guce, dope boy with the cake mix
 I'm naked with it in the kitchen doin' late shift
 See I been bout it, other niggaz rap about it
 If you got it cuz, then blood better ask about it
 We in the drama, bangin' the hammers, orangutans
 Goin' bananas in the game, throwin' up the gang
 Clyde Carson Chorus:
 When I roll up, streets show love
 I just wanna be on the block with my thugs
 I just wanna sit in the drop on my dubs
 Open up the doors and turn the beat up, cause
 I'm from the ghetto baby, I'm from the hood
 When in my ghetto baby, I know I'm good
 [Verse 2: Messy Marv]
 These niggaz got toolies but that ain't no heat
 I'll slap one of you niggaz like a E-A-Ski beat
 I had these Girbauds on full bout a week
 Ya boy look grimy but the money look sweet
 You got me fucked up, bitch this the Bay
 Me and every niggaz do this shit all day
 I'll lay everybody down in the room
 But whatever I do I'ma stay a tycoon
 [Guce:]
 Aaaa...
 What you know bout bricks and traps
 Bullys Wit Fullys is a gang in all black and strapped
 I'm not a rapper, I'm a street nigga
 I'm so hungry with this heat tryin' to eat nigga
 Real talk we in this bitch buyin' out the bar
 Talk shit I'll make this cold iron hot to yo jaw
 Represent gangstas, two step hustlers
 Hands in the air you gettin' cookies on sight
 [Chorus:]
 [Verse 3: Messy Marv]
 Stunna on mine, and all on a hoe
 Richmond, Vallejo, the City, and the O
 Gang dog Blood, oh what you didn't know
 Good weed in my mouth, mac on the floor
 You ridin' with a star, bitch feelin' like whoa
 She feelin' like stay but I'm feelin' like go
 And I ain't got nothin' against the new bay
 I used to ride through with Fab nigga back in the day
 [Guce:]
 You already know Bullys Wit Fullys is so hood
 Guce and Tay now we got Mess, the nigga so hood
 Pill Music got you sort of like some wet wet
 You in the club gang bangin' throwin' up ya set
 Me and Mess dog runnin' the game
 600 back to back dog huggin' the lane
 Yeah this .50 Cal., make it worth ya while
 Everybody goin' dumb off a half of pound
 [Chorus]