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lirik lagu wc - hood tour

[intro: wc]
sh~t
woo
this one of those lace your chucks up and you gotta do your thang (come on)
i mean, still in my lane, smashin’ all lames (skip, skip)
mixtape sh~t
wc, maylay and all city, check it out

[verse 1: wc]
still walkin’ on ’em, c~ckin’ the mac back
finna make yo’ neck snap like a new swag track
the n~gga with an attitude in a rag coupe swoopin’ this
westside ruthless in a roofless
little n~ggas askin’ who was diss who
won’t you ask yo’ big homie, mothaf~cka, been doin’ this (fool)
big pimpin’ like pimp c and bun b
eatin’ tacos in the hood, pokin’ on your auntie
chrome shoes underneath and on the harley’s
18’s in the back, 21’s in the front of me (uh~huh, woo)
chucks made of louis vuitton, b~tches l!ckin’ my b~lls
hopin’ they can get a ring like lebron (come on!)
dub blowin’ the bomb, still hangin’ with cons
standin’ next to $100,000 toys on the line (yeah)
forever in the game, never runnin’ upon
drinkin’ out the brown bag, countin’ money by the time (come on, come on, come on)
[chorus: wc & young maylay]
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
ca, ny, m~i~a, and the chi’
can’t forget detroit, n~o (n~gga, right)
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
canada, africa, uk, get alive
mexico, tōkyō, get dough (n~gga, right)

[verse 2: all city]
i’m from the city where n~ggas will pitch rocks
and keepin’ that bomb green in the cellophane zip~loc
9 thou’ too cold, n~gga, the terrordome
spittin’ the testimony for the g~ngb~ng hip hop
reppin’ the eastside, bangin’ on west
fresh to death, yankee fitted c~cks lightly to the left (yes)
evil assassin, the b~st~rd type
nella slug through your chest like the passion of christ
i’m in the streets wit’ it, never been an industry cat
start sh~t, that’s where the city boy’ll finish it at
the trap boy still whippin’ the sack
a hunned thou’ in the backpack
clap 50 caliber gats (woo)
they don’t ask “where you from” where i’m from
slide through the city and leavin’ your brain numb
concrete slabs, the block is taped up
and i’m reppin’ for the city where it’s all about that paper
[chorus: wc & all city]
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
ca, ny, m~i~a, and the chi’
can’t forget detroit, n~o (n~gga, right)
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
canada, africa, uk, get alive
mexico, tōkyō, get dough (n~gga, right)

[verse 3: young maylay]
we’re in the hood like ice cream trucks and liquor stores
posted up blowin’ big kush blunts and get it mo’
maylay stays fizz~ie, coach shoes, levi’s
la hat and all that, yeah, i’m from the eastside
ridin’ minibikes to harl’s (yeah), no riders
got roll down flyers to them fightin’ dogs
not fancy, bruh, cars and bikes candied up
chrome shinin’ like the stanley cup
and the b~tches we got so hot lookin’ like models though
with body exotic and tropical out the barrio (d~mn)
h~ll yeah, and i ain’t dealin’ with squares
’cause they know havin’ affairs more appealin’ to players
and we’re flockin’ for the income
that and big guns
mash for rashes tryna have it and then some
not ’cause i’m from it and i bang it ’cause i love it
and anybody got a problem with the swag, we can run it (come on, come on, come on)
[chorus: wc & young maylay x2]
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
ca, ny, m~i~a, and the chi’
can’t forget detroit, n~o (n~gga, right)
we’re on a hood tour with big stacks in our hands
gettin’ it from the southland all the way to j~pan
canada, africa, uk, get alive
mexico, tōkyō, get dough (n~gga, right)

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