Cover art for Hood Love by Young Buck
Aug. 29, 20061 viewer

Hood Love Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck]
(Heyyy)
G-Unit!!
(Heyyy)
Southhhh
(Heyyy)
Ayo whassup niggas
(Heyyy)
Yea
(Heyyy)
It's like this
(Heyyy)
Yo hood is my hood
(Heyyy)
My hood is yo hood
[?] [?] go nigga
(Heyyy)
[?] [?]

[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
In the kitchen like I'm Chef Boyardee
Keep half of it white, cook up a quarter ki'
Put some tints on a Grand Am, throw away my phone
Hate to hear a grown man holla throw a dog a bone
God bless the child who can hold his own
I turn a penny to a 20, a gram to a zone
A hooptie to a Bentley, the gold to the chrome
A fully to a semi, the bricks to a home
The hood love me like grape Kool-Aid
They say you live and you learn from mistakes you made
So I took off the soda, and added more coke
They sniff it up they nose and it numbs up they throat
That's why

[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
36 ounces, we call 'em whole thangs
And if we catch a case, we don't say no names
Take care the old folks, make sure they good
Cause we don't need no help, in our motherfuckin hood

We livin' by the G code, eye fo' an eye
You take one of mine, then 10 of yours die
Through all of this beef shit, I'm so fly
Some red monkey jeans and a Glock fo'-five
See Ludacris my nigga, I'm down with T.I
So kill all the rumors 'bout that song, get high

You worry 'bout mine, can't pay yo' bills
And me and Banks fuckin hoes outta Yayo crib, yea
[Chorus: D-Tay & Young Buck]
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Yea!)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Ohhh!)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh)
The block love me, I'm sick with my whip game (Come on)
We drive big cars, we like big thangs (Fo sho)
These hoes love me, they know I'm gettin money (What!)
I'm strapped in this bitch, ye ain't takin nothin from me (Nahhh!)

[Outro: Young Buck]
Yeah nigga
This a G-Unit production
I made the motherfuckin' beat
So holla
Yeaahhhhh
Ayo shoutout to that nigga Lil O
He one of them under 21 millionaires
Ca$hville nigga
We get money down here bitch
Yo!!!!

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August 29, 2006
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