Hood Stuck Chorus： Eastside, Eastside nigga what Westside, Westside nigga what Northside Northside nigga what Southside, Southside nigga what
Verse 1: Goodluck time to get hoodstuck Cultersack trapped Mr. Goodstuff Ludacris give me 20 pushups Last summer got the hook up You know what I did Who ever thought they grew up I one of the Babe kids Diaper rash still on my ass And fiending for cash Almost got signed wit Puff Puff But I think I l pass Now what we call this around here is some Twenty twin twin And what up in my hand is a bottle of gin I love women so I in it to win In it to grin In it to get in it and get in it again You got 2 booty so you wiping your chin And I don blame you I lay in the sand And y ll lay in snow and make angels My ice piece dangles and makes my chest look older Touch it and fall apart like your high school folder I a Trojan man BHS hall supplier Shady park resident and Southside ryder
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Verse 2: Get back Time to get hood jacked Gold chain took that World of ghetto fabulous dope boys and hood rats Be careful what you look at You looking to long
You might go blind in my briefs cause My dick is too long I getting neck while I singing this song And it enough for everybody in the party While ya hitting the bong But y ll be hitting my shlong You play the flute quite nicely When teeth interrupt you can watch As I get feisty Oh no You suck again request back up Broads I seem to rack up When I pull the gold c up Get slapped up drove up the wall Put in reverse You could hope for the best but expect the worse You out of place like some D on a Hurst It quite funny Fat Rabbit play boy bunny It seems as if that what I need Filthy South indeed That why I rose from the Southside Breed Give it to me now
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Verse 3: Good picktime to get hook sick Hit em wit a good lick Clean out yo house from the couch to the toothpick Eastside ruthless Westside leave them clueless My northside nackers got these broads acting foolish And do this for a living while you stuck up in Your cubical Nightlife running these streets it sounds beautiful Women break they cuticles Ballers break bread Southside I l represent it until I dead