Ass n da hood

Writer s: Dixon, Miguel T.

Boyz N Da Hood - Don't Put Your Hands On Me Lyrics | MetroLyrics

You can talk all the fuck you want Don't put your hands on me Betcha ass gon' get stomped Don't put your hands on me. You better get the fuck up out my face Don't put your hands on me Bitch nigga, you better stay in your hood Don't put your hands on me. Well, it's a lot of y'all thinking, y'all got great big balls 'Bout to get everybody wit ya hit 'cause you ain't heard 'bout us We on the curb trying to get it like everybody And we some thugs so we ain't even worried 'bout ya. Who gives a fuck 'bout where you hang and who you hung wit?

I could care less which one of you punks the punk bitch If it's my word best believe I'ma stand on it Try me like I'm playing hood man, I'ma put my hands on ya.

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Fuck security they a bunch of hoes 'Bout hood get they damn thongs exposed, yeah And I got that feeling Say the wrong thing nigga have ya dancing on the ceiling. I ain't lotto but I'm rich nigga And I'ma still smoke 'cause you'd a bitch nigga Jeezy a grown ass man homie Say what you want but don't put your hands on me. Niggaz looking like they want some action Shake something let's see what's happening Act a donkey start the yapping we gon' get it cracking We make your whole click stop, drop and then bitch.

Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit hood the shit's gon' get gritty as a sewer pit Boyz N Da Hood bitch, guess we gotta a truer click And we gon' show them lames exactly what they fooling wit Watch them dumb fucks cuddle up when the tool clicks. My poultry died, my car got towed today My lights ain't on, my folks stole all the yay Ass piss dirty, P. Bench warrants in 'bout 4 south hot naked jamaican women states Last night I shot a nigga all in the face I just got another call full of bad news Touch me, I'ma kill ya got problems and an attitude.

Now, I'm off up in the club drunk, twisted and booted You don't wanna test the gangsta was the grams get tooted Pack a plastic pistol partner, please ass I'll shoot it It's the perfect time and place if you want me to prove it.

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You can huff and puff like the big bad wolf I'll bar ya face up tight and sport the kick ass look You can flabber jack, chow jack, talk back Cuss me, tongue wrestle 'til ya tongue tied but don't touch me. I'm such a gangsta I don't tout glocks Pop the trunk pump ya ass like some Reeboks And I'm strapped I ain't slipping Red jersey on Jeezy still cropping.

At any time I'm willing to pop the clip in Cock back one up in ya hip and let's see if you limp then I done said just about what the fuck I'ma say So I'ma leave saying nigga stay the fuck out my face 'Cause I ain't playing. You can talk all the fuck you want Don't put your hands on me Ass betcha ass gon' get stomped Don't put your hands on me.

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