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[Max Minelli talking]Fa show doeSay Hap, I want to let 'em get a feel of my hood, thoughKnow what I'm talkin' bout?Let's do dat..[Background Voice-Sped up sample; sounds like a small child/woman.]Ooh la la laBaby I'm so highI feel like I'm in ParadiseYour lovin' caught me by surpriseYou make me say oooh...aaah..I just want to be with youBe With just and only youYou make me say (Now, now make it Bounce, bounce)[continues throughout song][Max Minelli talking]Yeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hoodYeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hoodYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWe be fuckin' the game up when we do it like thisI love the niggaz in my hoodYeah, yeah. Know Wha'I'm talkin' bout?Wan' take a walk though the hood with me?Letras de cancionesCome on[Verse One]Come take a walk on the wild side, the nigga, foul sideThey done shot up the corner, now none the children can go outsideThat's how they actin'Now holla when you bout some jackin'Boys spillin' them guts and they tryin' to wipe it up with napkinsBack in the game it wasn't quite this tragicCapture the magic, smokin' on somethin' up in trafficI'm a step away from bein' psychopathic, tryin' to fall backBeepin' the weedman, but he ain't never call backI'm a lifetimer liftin' weights away from being cock strongBut don't let that get ya wrong, I know how to cock combI can make beef with ya, or make bread with yaDuck a fed with yaSay it with yaBust a head with yaOn the same block pops got the blues onI'm a lil' homie done went to jail, but my shoes onBut I been hustlin' since I had Underoos onReppin' for my hoodI'm a fool 'till the tombstone, tombstoneIn my hood[Chorus part 1: 2x]Yeah, Yeah. In my hoodI love the thugs in my hoodI love the broads in my hoodI got much love for my hood[Chorus part 2]Yeah, Yeah. In my hoodHah? Yeah. In my hoodIn my hoodI got much love for my hoodYeah, Yeah. In my hoodUh, uh. In my hoodIn my hoodI got much love for my hood[Verse Two]Say lil' man, let me tell ya what it feel likeWhat bein' real likeWhat grippin' wood wheel likeAnd packin' steel likeThen what duckin' the cops likeWhat bleedin' blocks likeWhat ridin' on chops likeAnd bein' out the box likeAt the stoplight, not a worry in the worldThough we all grown up, we still boys and girlsI still hold my ownI'm well known, on a blow up phoneMakin' a deal with the Pope, tryin' to sew up RomeI had to grow up wrong, but it's safe to sayI stayed focused and I came up in a major wayPay attention to what you do and all the thangs you sayI ain't trippin', I'm just makin' sure everythangs okayCountin' daysThink I'm a dog in a two-man cageI'm on a whole nother pageGettin' smarter with ageIf you want to retaliate, let me be part of the rageWe went from watchin' cartoons to countin' war woundsIn my hood[Chorus p1 2x][Chorus p2 1x][Verse Three]NowadaysEverybody want to be hard and say they real with thatBut catch a case and they don't know how to deal with thatWhatever happened to takin' your lick and takin' your tripScorin' all your work soft, then makin' it flipNow niggaz tellin' on they homeboys, thinkin' they sickYou say you real nigga, be it, stop fakin' this shitI got G, for niggaz growin' up on meSmokin' too much weed then throwin' up in the streetA million and one ways to use thug in a sentenceTalkin' on the blow up phone with five thousand minutesAnd it's, nothin' sick about hustlin' hardAnd a nigga can't even pay you what you're chargin'And who would I be, to rap about money, jewelry, and carsAnd it be grown women ill and children out here starvin'Still lookin' up to God and I'm hopin' he pardonMy ways, because I gotta get it on like MarvinIn my hood[Chorus p1 2x][Chorus p2 1x][Just the voice 4x]Ooh la la laBaby I'm so highI feel like I'm in ParadiseYour lovin' caught me by surpriseYou make me say oooh...aaah...I just want to be with youWith just you and only youYou make me say From Letras Mania