- Nas Hood2Hood 歌詞
- Nas
- [Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yeah
Hey Hit, thats some nice new pieces you got
Bracelets, trinkets, and necklaces
Yeah, yo
Real shit only, yeah
[Verse 1]
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars let me say my peace
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these fake watch busters
And they aint teach savin monеy to young niggas
Young warriors I wanna see them all in position
Best to have it on you, hopе you dont go down for possession Moms puttin up the house to bail you out when arrested
How did I become number one? Im one-of-one
Flyin down the 101, right under the Cali sun
Junior Mafia out the subs, shorty calling me, 'Son'
If one clique make a million today it probably be us
Probably because my Midas touch for viral stuff
Rappers wanna shoot up the studio they tired of us
We know that controversy sells, so yall good
When I drop they hear me on every block, hood to hood
[Chorus]
Red Hook, Fort Greene, Canarsie
Hood to hood
Far Rock, East New York, QB
Compton, Long Beach, IE
Hood to hood
Southside Chicago, players in the D
Hood to hood
[Verse 2]
If we all made niggas, then why is we beefin?
When them Jewish brothers be chillin Shabbat Friday evening Even in jail I hear the Latins got eachother back
Not us, we jump each other for the phone it comes to blacks
Dont worry about nobody else tryin to energy match
Sense any cap and thats when I really attack
Im OJ with the memorabilia had to steal it back
Like the Nas flow we be hearin on the tracks
Stop that my guy, you are not that my guy
That feeling to be a king, cant top that my guy
Kings Disease Im still poppin these young things
Got me thinkin like Amerie, 'Its This One Thing'
Floaties in the pool, got drones over the roof
Just like Drakeo The Ruler, my nigga, we know the truth
I put out dangerous thought
Im convinced its a mixture of Paisley Park
Prince with Supreme Team Prince
[Chorus]
Big up to Paisley, shout out to 40, Harlem
Hood to hood
Lincoln Houses, Castle Hill, Bronx shit
Soundview
On the West side, in the Jungles, to the 60s
Hood to hood
Out in O-town, to Vallejo, where the pimps be
Hood to hood
[Verse 3]
DC got big ol guns
BMore got big ol guns
ATL got big ol guns and big ol buns and big ol funds, yeah
Miami got lots of sun, yeah
Dade County got big ol guns, yeah
Stop messin around, put the pistols down
Or, we all will soon be done, dead
Hood to hood to mansion to mansion
Thats the new version of hood to hood
Yeah, new excursions, yeah
Block parties, on the block, the new block
Your house and my house, ha-ha
Hood to hood
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