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Artiste : Dave East & Styles P
Titre : Shout Out My Hood
[Styles P]
Yeah
East
Ghost
G-Shit

Worldwide
We´re family

[Dave East]
Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga
Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga
Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas
Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas

[Styles P & Dave East]
Wanna die, you ain´t got to cry, you just got to pray
Put some weed where I lay, I´ma see another day
Full of energy, you my enemy, you got to pay
Was on the East side, fuckin´ with them crips the other day
Was on the West side, fuckin´ with them bloods the other day

Always look you in your eye, never look the other way
Where I´m from, they can´t get you, then they make your brother pay
Doin´ dirt, leave you hurt, then they make your mother pray
We got raw plus cook up in this bitch
Master P with the grams, I got the hook-up in this bitch
Shots almost hit the passenger, they shook up in the whip
Before the deal, I took a trip to Brooklyn for the stick
Tried to go the college route, but that´s on Tookie, I was crip
Weed, The Color Purple, think of Whoopie when it´s lit
Tried to start an empire, broke down a cookie in the crib

Toss you off a high bridge then play A Boogie wit´cho bitch

[Dave East]
Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga
Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga
Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas
Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas

[Dave East & Styles P]
That´s on Maleek, you ain´t seen nothin´ like this
I´m Leonidas, three hundred hitters with me, hit excitin´
You can´t imagine walkin´ to the store, duckin´ indictments
Tatted my face, approachin´ my enemies like I´m Tyson

Bright lens, ratties in the car with no license
You know that the block bitin´
I´ma throw the knife to his pipe, I do not like ´em
We gon´ cop it all from the Gucci to Nike items, we love some bright items
I fell back from the Roc like J-A-Y hyphen
Z650 Kawasaki on indictment
Dope in Howard University, the stamp was a bison
These diamonds are enticin´, still ridin´ with no license
If you ain´t me, then [?], you should pray to Christ
P and East got the streets and we got the beast frightened
You ain´t got no gas, you should have the shit siphoned
Just leave the lab, crumble all that bullshit you writin´

Yeah

[Dave East]
Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga
Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga
Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas
Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas

[Dave East & Styles P]
I got love for my bloods and all my neutral niggas
I got love for my crips and ´go stupid´ niggas
Whole brick in the trunk, duckin´ the state trooper, nigga
In a hotel askin´ the plug what could he do for niggas
I don´t care if it´s crowded, I pick you out a group of niggas

Take you on a ride of your life, but not Uber, nigga
Puttin´ prices on they head, they think I used to hoop with niggas
Want Disney money but we ain´t fuckin´ with Goofy niggas

[Dave East]
Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga
Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga
Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas
Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas