Crooked I f. Sisqo So Damn Hood Lyrics

Crooked I: repeat 2x]
It feels so good, when you so d___ hood

[Crooked I]
Peep me out though
You n____s soft outta control, on your next video
You probably do the splits like the godfather of soul
While I'm rottweiler patrol, first I clock dollars
Then I pop collars with hoes, I got a problem with foes
Still in the club, hot boy dropping them bows
n____, Crooked I is the one that chicks adore
They put their lips on my d___ and give me chips and more
Yall should stop, you off the block you faking
I walk with glocks, don't talk to cops for nathin
I brought them choppers in case of al-ter-cation
I aims and pops in the face of confrontation
Speaking raw terror, I'll have your momma picking paul bearers
Broke n____s, yea, y'all error
Got to show 'em how to new age rap
But I'm still ghetto as the last swallow of Kool-Aid left
We so d___ hood

[Chorus: Sisqo]
p____ out if you would lets get good baby we so d___ hood
We ride and another would, its understood that we so d___ hood
Bust the script if you would, wish you could, n____ we so d___ hood
Everybody feeling good like we should, baby we so d___ hood

[Crooked I]
Stop the screaming, can't nobody in the area to help
If you was h___phobic, n____ you'd be scared of yourself
Listen as I, start to whoop a__, why?
Would you try Crooked I, will you die like the last guy
I told you I would put holes riders man
Destiny's Child be the only "Survivors" man
n____ I been hot, whipping the six drop
Hit you with ten shots, giving me big props
My delivery flip-flops to the tick tock
and it don't stop, giving the big glock
I'm smacking you haters up, stacking the paper
Like I signed an major contract with the Lakers
It's C-R put them with E-R double O trouble blow
Ghetto star haters split your wig
And do the thang in this game 'til I'm O.G. it's Mr. Big

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
How many wanna know what I love? Holla, n____s who love me
We six deep in the ridiculous humvee
Peeling 50's and dubs off, in the mall
Break your face, like Mike Tyson with his gloves off
I'm so hood and ghetto fo life
I park an five in the driveway and ready to fight
If you think I ride with metal you right
Commenting federal crimes only an federal type
It's like, every where I go, all I know fo' sho'
That this The Row, that we gets the dough
What's the R-O-W like
Slug one and you take your dime because you aint f___ing her right
Yea yea I nothin fo life, big pipes stuck in your wife
In the bed it's us and a d___
You should never get it mixed up, big nuts, get clutched
Thick s___s, get f___ed, d___ sucked, b____ what? (telll meeeee)

[Chorus] - repeat 2X