Текст песни «Waka Flocka - Stay Hood»

[Hook]
Imma stay hood til the day that I die
Yeah til the day that I die
Imma twist this weed, my nigga, lets get high
Yeah
I said Imma stay motherfuckin hood til the day that I die
Phantom, ghost, no wheels, nigga, thats just how I ride
I come from the hood where you dont testify
Take murder with no tears off in your fuckin eyes

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka]
All my niggas ride, where I come from, aint gon feel ones, nigga
Fuck you thinkin?
Have a fuck boy Pacquiao plankin
Til the loud got plain, too, drinkin
50K for a show, no poppin
Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears
Broke niggas cant talk like this
Rolex on my main bitch wrist
Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots
Looks like I just stomped a nigga out
Get your man down, nigga, lights out
Shoot at your ass with that mouthin about
He aint talk no more, whats happening?
Outside your mama house, whats crackin?
Poppin mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
Geeked up, pull up, hyena laughin
Them boys aint real, stop actin like us
In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
Im the only motherfucker that I really trust
In a bad bitchs guts always
Countin money like always
Gettin money from three-ways
I could never, ever see no rainy days

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Hollygrove in this motherfucker
Im tired of all these big niggas
These motherfuckers like Robitussin
Im rollin up with my bitch, nigga
As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga
Hit that shit like an open jumper
Rest in peace Lil Beezy
I wish my nigga could see me now
Motherfuckers better king me
Imma walk around wearin Jesus crown
These niggas just pussy
Imma let that chopper eat em out
Dead body in the bushes
Well thats a bush you dont beat around
Beat your ass with my skateboard
Weed loud like you make noise
Im on them trees like Akon
My cellphone goin napalm
Guns sound like bass drums
Young Money, drum section
Psycho ward, nigga 1-7, Tunechi!

[Hook]