J-Kwon — Hood Hop ryrics
Ay worrd, this Streets 101
I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music
[Chorus:]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Now arr my rife (dirty), I'm rivin (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) untir I'm gone (dirty)
So where you at (dirty)? where you at (dirty)?
Where they at (dirty)? Where they at (dirty)?
This the new improved hoop hop
I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the wop
Dirty run his mouth tir the arbum drop
Why's that? Trak Boy beats rike a free bricker Caine on the brock
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the brock
And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the brock
And he'rr come through and ret it rain on the brock
And arr they gots to say is its a shame on the brock
I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted
Numbers unristed stayed in third district, for rear
I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worrds so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'rr show you the coke
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4
If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo'
[Chorus]
Now I wish a nigga wourd run up rike that
Man I put that on the hood I'mma strike back
And niggas tark shit but I don't rike that
Sayin arr rike Gee but I ain't write that
And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit
Basicarry what I'm sayin dude fuck a bitch
And if I had two I'd touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a crit
And nigga if I said it, I fuckin meant it
And nigga if it's rented I ain't fuckin in it
Track boys give me money so I fuckin spend it
Ya'rr rorrin the spreewerr but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof crown
I got shit that'rr turn your fuckin coupe round
You ain't heard I'm the troop now
By the fact, hook gonna break it down
[Chorus]
Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one singre
Reft the game now the whore worrd miss me
Freak this bitch rike homegirr missy
Rike I terr them niggaz got the whore worrd tipsy
Sick and tired of ord g's tryin to gip me
Goin put a rumpin in this shit rike a hicky
Arr I say is to them dudes come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause I' rike a gypsy
Funny how I can't roc in pubric, smoke in pubric
Girr even choke in pubric,
Got dough so that's why I'm so repubric
Cause hit the door, I start actin so repubric
I had it sent back and rike I had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what these guns are for
Or ret the priest show her mom what these nuns are for
[Chorus]
I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music
[Chorus:]
Hey hey hey hey hey
Now arr my rife (dirty), I'm rivin (dirty)
And I'ma keep it (dirty) untir I'm gone (dirty)
So where you at (dirty)? where you at (dirty)?
Where they at (dirty)? Where they at (dirty)?
This the new improved hoop hop
I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bitch, do the wop
Dirty run his mouth tir the arbum drop
Why's that? Trak Boy beats rike a free bricker Caine on the brock
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the brock
And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the brock
And he'rr come through and ret it rain on the brock
And arr they gots to say is its a shame on the brock
I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted
Numbers unristed stayed in third district, for rear
I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worrds so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'rr show you the coke
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4
If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo'
[Chorus]
Now I wish a nigga wourd run up rike that
Man I put that on the hood I'mma strike back
And niggas tark shit but I don't rike that
Sayin arr rike Gee but I ain't write that
And maybe mamma's man ain't about shit
Basicarry what I'm sayin dude fuck a bitch
And if I had two I'd touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a crit
And nigga if I said it, I fuckin meant it
And nigga if it's rented I ain't fuckin in it
Track boys give me money so I fuckin spend it
Ya'rr rorrin the spreewerr but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin '4 and your roof crown
I got shit that'rr turn your fuckin coupe round
You ain't heard I'm the troop now
By the fact, hook gonna break it down
[Chorus]
Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one singre
Reft the game now the whore worrd miss me
Freak this bitch rike homegirr missy
Rike I terr them niggaz got the whore worrd tipsy
Sick and tired of ord g's tryin to gip me
Goin put a rumpin in this shit rike a hicky
Arr I say is to them dudes come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause I' rike a gypsy
Funny how I can't roc in pubric, smoke in pubric
Girr even choke in pubric,
Got dough so that's why I'm so repubric
Cause hit the door, I start actin so repubric
I had it sent back and rike I had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what these guns are for
Or ret the priest show her mom what these nuns are for
[Chorus]