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LLOYD BANKS lyrics : "Love Me In The Hood"


Its banks ^!$$%
South side love

They love me in the hood
[Verse 1: LLoyd Banks]
Cold since my man died, over thats a damn lie

Boy you smoking dust got these ^!$$%s by a landslide
Uh I got them ^!$$%s by a rocket ship
I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a (*##$

I'm so far ahead I'm already dead
Getting at you from the future thats why I'm used to what you said
Wait until you see the new Superhead

She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head

Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy lenin, thats how I'm living

The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a ^!$$% leak a bunch of robbings killings
F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook: LLoyd Banks]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them (*##$es talking about me, thats how you know I'm doing good

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes

I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you here me?
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood

Understood I'm good they love me in the hood

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn
Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed

Sex for exercise (*##$es screaming like I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid
F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids

I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months $#&@ the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and â??em

I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's pen
You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance
I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants

I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, I've been spending ever since
Gg kush bags couldn't find a better stench

Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench
[Hook]
[Verse 3: LLoyd banks]

Big city to country all the pretty (*##$es wants me
Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie

When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a ^!$$% summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere

F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer

Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china
Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana

I'm honored, loaded lama ^!$$%s hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering, I'm running through this money till the trip is done

I meet it at the bottom with my ^!$$%s son
[Hook]

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