Lirik Lagu In Da Hood - 50 Cent
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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(Chorus by Brooklyn)I still be riding through the 'hoodBrooklyn to Compton, it's all goodFrom Southside Queens to InglewoodWe representin' like we should
(50 Cent)I'm hot boy, I told you beforeGot that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floorI know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked upIn The 'hood, empty niggaz locked up, they rats all knocked upBaby after baby, the 'hood is crazyNiggaz'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shadyGot a pet bulldog, I keep under my linenIt don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin'We winnin'
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rimsGod damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spinNow the D's, they harass me in the 'hoodA few times, niggaz try to blast me in the 'hoodFuck it's all goodCatch me in the coupe - on the leanWit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiendsThe money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grindPlus niggaz like to stun, so I stay wit' my nineI ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouthTalkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the houseNow homie, you better get to know me betterBefore you be leakin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweaterWhen the tails come flyin' up out the berettaYou gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better"Look dogg, I don't play that shitI pull that thing out I'ma spray that shitThat how I get down
(Brooklyn)Brooklyn she's so sick in the hoodGot these fat bitches get the spit in the hoodCause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hoodThat's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hoodYeah I'm still a minor, remember thisEverything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind yaBrooklyn to Compton it's all goodGet robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood
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(50 Cent)I'm hot boy, I told you beforeGot that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floorI know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked upIn The 'hood, empty niggaz locked up, they rats all knocked upBaby after baby, the 'hood is crazyNiggaz'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shadyGot a pet bulldog, I keep under my linenIt don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin'We winnin'
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rimsGod damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spinNow the D's, they harass me in the 'hoodA few times, niggaz try to blast me in the 'hoodFuck it's all goodCatch me in the coupe - on the leanWit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiendsThe money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grindPlus niggaz like to stun, so I stay wit' my nineI ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouthTalkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the houseNow homie, you better get to know me betterBefore you be leakin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweaterWhen the tails come flyin' up out the berettaYou gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better"Look dogg, I don't play that shitI pull that thing out I'ma spray that shitThat how I get down
(Brooklyn)Brooklyn she's so sick in the hoodGot these fat bitches get the spit in the hoodCause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hoodThat's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hoodYeah I'm still a minor, remember thisEverything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind yaBrooklyn to Compton it's all goodGet robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood
(Chorus 2x)<
