I Get Hood Song Lyrics

I Get Hood by Conejo

Check this out homie, I just caught ah couple acres
in hell
Where I’ma built my fortress, yeah, that’s right
I get hood, in this West Side hell
From the high power streets to the county jail
Clock dough, this ah mystic series
Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me
I get hood, I’m the n to the throne
War page on my face drugged up in the zone
My car beat, ese like ah drummer
El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer
I get hood on this foo’s cus they fragile and lame
Fire shot’s at they dome someone pick up their
brains
From the ground, before they try to trace you
You know how they do the f**king pigs wanna take you
I’m ah prisoner of drugs so don’t hate on the cypher
I’m in the spot light they wanna make me ah lifer
Ah rider, I can do in you foul
Land lord in the game I’m evicting you now
Ese moving independent homie just hear my music
Youngest got my back got ah problem diffuse it
I’m ah nuisance, keep it G all the way
The joke’s on you, you’s about to get sprayed
I went from nothing to something, C Mac is in town
Pass the 40 and the blunt that’s how I get down
Murder raps, that could put you in line
Your life’s in decline ese meet this 9
I get hood, in this West Side hell
From the high power streets to the county jail
Clock dough, this ah mystic series
Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me
I get hood, I’m the n to the throne
War page on my face drugged up in the zone
My car beat, ese like ah drummer
El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer
Take ah look at my grunch chopping lines on the
table
I was born in this city, at the queen of angels
From the calles, of l o s
My criminal conscious, is never suppressed
None the less, I let ah hoe be ah hoe
If the b**ch get stupid then she get filled with
holes
My blood’s thicker, than the water you drink
I f**k with your mind till your ass need ah shrink
The drama real, and they getting inpatient
Watching them watching us f**k ah deep cover agent
We live by the rules the rules made by the mobsters
Assassin making money making trouble who shot ya
C Rock I got you, another foo in the morgue
Ese homicide av midnight killings in mall
My nuts hang, to the floor no doubt
Ain’t no suckas in the zone I put ah curfew out
I get hood, in this West Side hell
From the high power streets to the county jail
Clock dough, this ah mystic series
Immortal prophecy, make the undead fear me
I get hood, I’m the n to the throne
War page on my face drugged up in the zone
My car beat, ese like ah drummer
El Angel de la Muerte strapped up in ah Hummer
Shout out to Big Duke from the Psycho Realm
What’s up homeboy