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You motherfuckas, who thought when a nigga got a nickel In his pocket, he wouldn't come back And get a quarter bag of chips with you Mmmmmm hmmmmm. Heeeeey ...
I said, now baby come on, somebody's watchin' me Clockin' me, trying to get in my pockets Your better bet is the lottery I can make it, don't bother me I don't stay for the dollar But here's the Rueger 'fore I swang with it (I'm going too fast.) In my H-double-O-D hood Seen my wood grain, and when I hang In the hood, bang, i'ma blow them brains out 'cause God like everyday thangs Ain't shit 'fore a nigga came out Prayed that you thought I never played out Sittin' with my shotgun and the rounds Aboard the spot, mr. mo murda, thugged out Will money mount? Nobody can die now Then again that pile, snatched so many firearms When the hood finds out They gon' ride out 'fore that bitch can get to trial Heavy with little E, Glock Glock in my drop top Chevy Oh, plenty of artillary stocked, killin' me, feelin' me Run at the mouth to make figga Headed to Cleveland, breathin' heavy
Represent yo ... represent yo hood (It never rains in Los Angeles. Niggas scandelous, scandelous) Represent your hood, at the same time, at the same time Gotta make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood Represent your hood You gotta keep it real, you gotta keep it real Gotta make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood
Give it up for your hood to represent But don't waste no time to get the ends Money made can't fade, will fake to win Gangbangin' onto his nigga, fuck friends Smack game, wants to cause a catastrophe Haters is after me, not watchin' for the niggas who blast for me Sho Shot got love in these sick streets On top of everything 'cause I bring heat I catch wreck when I flex, what's next Breakin' necks when I'm stealin' the reps West bangin' on the sets 'cause a nigga's correct It ain't where you're from, it's where you at It's all about the west side, and every hood is the best side California where the shit rise, where the game lies So i'ma show all you suckas how to hoo-ride And i'ma give it to you, heated with game We represent no sanity, my hood ain't never mad at me Those who wanna be down with mad me Gotta automatically handle the game tactically
Represent yo ... represent yo hood Represent your hood, at the same time, at the same time Gotta make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood Represent your hood You gotta keep it real, you gotta keep it real Gotta make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood
Everytime that I represent the hood The croud, they wanna get high as the palm trees Visualize this life right next to the movie screen In sunny Cal with the bomb weed Growing up in the spotlight on a hot night Where the heart of the cops and the stars beat Naturally I wouldn't trade the world for being born And blessed up in the S.C. Stayin' true at the barbeque We still puttin' into what we love to do, and been thru We ain't mad at you, now get the revenue Got your name and your hood on your tattoo Somebody got at you with the quickness At the picnic from a crew called Ward Sick Well, it might have been Bizzy Bone Juel , Sho Shot, when the fool don't misrepresent In case of emergency, we leave your whole clique burgundy Certainly for the currency. And real urgently We represent for the century, the neighborhood anniversary For eternity, for the next century
Represent yo ... Represent yo hood Represent your hood, at the same time, at the same time Try to make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood Represent your hood You gotta keep it real, you gotta keep it real Gotta make that money, yeah Represent yo hood, represent yo hood
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