take tha hood back lyrics – ugk

(feat. slim thug, vicious and middle fingaz)

[verse 1: bun b]
now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
open up your mind
a lot of n*gg*s hustlin backwards
need to press rewind
there’s some n*gg*s playin dirty pool
back alley bandits
they crossin up the trill
and man ya boy just can’t stand it
mothaf*ckas need to be repremanded and straight checked
these boys is givin the wrong n*gg*s out here respect
break ya neck to f*ck with a n*gg* then compromise your hood
ya doin sh*t you know ain’ cool
and to the good
got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
using youngsters they hits stages, whole sh*t on the cool
matter fact, f*ck the cool
you n*gg*s need to hear me
breakin bread with certified snitches
don’t come near me (don’t come near me)
you n*gg*s givin these canaries all these p*sses
f*ckin gettin dough with a snitch
get in they *sses
i’m teachin cl*sses, dope slangin 101
these hoe *ss n*gg*s
don’t want none of bun i’m takin they hood back

[chorus: slim thug]
n*gg*s gettin’ out, goin fed
in 6 months your back?
off with his head
we takin the hood back
d*mn, i coulda swore they gave yo *ss 10 flat
now you, re home, somethin wrong
we takin the hood back
your lawyer aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h*ll naw, we takin the hood back
you in the club like it’s good
in the hood and you a rat
click clack mothaf*cka
we takin the hood back

[verse 2:]
i’m a g h*ll yea, oh boy
got ya b*tch lookin mad
while them fingas so full
i drink hardl while you n*gg*s drink bull
but the boy like? bam got pool
and i was taught to hold my own
picture spider lock ya down
brotha burna zone, n*gg*
h*ll yea i’m bout dat
shirt slacks all black
come through sunny side
leave yo house flat

[verse 3:]
for the paper
f*ck small towns, go major
f*ck a cell phone go pagers
young low frazier
shoot good with no lasers
and every shot hit, i don’t throw no graza
some killa talk n*gg*
some real talk n*gg*
we tha fingaz around whoever killed off n*gg*
and i put that on? steve
young low b*tch, i clap you and leave
cause i’m takin the hood back

[chorus: slim thug]
n*gg*s gettin’ out, goin fed
in 6 months your back?
off with his head
we takin the hood back
d*mn, i coulda swore they gave yo *ss 10 flat
now you’re home, somethin wrong
we takin the hood back
your lawyer aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h*ll naw, we takin the hood back
you in the club like it’s good
in the hood and you a rat
click clack mothaf*cka
we takin the hood back

[verse 4:]
a 1008 grams
enough to get yo *ss right
ya smart with it, get caught with it
enough to get yo *ss life
from out here in these trenches
ain’t no f*ckin love or second chances
long time offender
lose yo *ss, get enhanced
speak not, keep yo mouth shut
investigate the whole place
make em think it’s cool
follow that n*gg* round the whole day
the game ain’t the same
it all changed for the worst
n*gg* got the less time cause he came with it first
see i disperse to dope amongst convicted felons
strictly gs, no more glock sh*t, rock sh*t
strictly keys
i get my paper
i was taught older n*gg*s
cold blooded killas, dope dealers
soldier n*gg*s, i’m alert
i’m aware, i’m focused, i’m on top and sh*t
i show you how to stop that b*tch
get ignit with this choppa b*tch
tomorrow ain’t promised
snitch today, die tonight
we know your spot, me and my n*gg*s gon ride tonight

[chorus: slim thug]
n*gg*s gettin’ out, goin fed
in 6 months your back?
off with his head
we takin the hood back
d*mn, i coulda swore they gave yo *ss 10 flat
now you’re home, somethin wrong
we takin the hood back
your lawyer aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h*ll naw, we takin the hood back
you in the club like it’s good
in the hood and you a rat
click clack mothaf*cka
we takin the hood back[

[verse 5: pimp c]
i’m takin back the streets
thang on the c
on parole but i’m cold with the heat
candy coated rock balla
20 chop crawla
b*tches tryna steal my d*ck
i ain’t bout to call her
there’s a lot of n*gg*s rappin, playin games
i don’t see none of the sh*t
that you name
where the car at (uh)
where the bread at (uh)
where the girl you say ya got tha fire head at (uh)
where the rocks at (uh)
where the glocks at (uh)
in yo mind and on the mic
the only place is at
that’s my lifestyle i’m rappin bout
i’m havin everything you p*ssy n*gg*s yappin bout
when you see some cocaine
you say you got it n*gg*
bring me 10 thangs
he gotta call his connect and sh*t
and he ain’t got it you counterfeit n*gg*
n*gg* i’m takin my hood back

[chorus: slim thug]
n*gg*s gettin’ out, goin fed
in 6 months your back?
off with his head
we takin the hood back
d*mn, i coulda swore they gave yo *ss 10 flat
now you’re home, somethin wrong
we takin the hood back
your lawyer aight, but he ain’t got it like that
h*ll naw, we takin the hood back
you in the club like it’s good
in the hood and you a rat
click clack mothaf*cka
we takin the hood back

/ ugk lyrics