Artist: DMX Album: Grand Champ Song: Where the Hood At Typed by: [email protected] * * send corrections to the typist [DMX talking] Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind Thinkin dog can't pull another motherfuckin rabbit out the hat Nigga I ain't gotta check out my motherfuckin sleeves you bitch ass niggaz Fuck is y'all niggaz... Y'all niggaz just thinkin I'm sittin around doin nothin? Oh my God, y'all niggaz can't be serious [Chorus: DMX - repeat 2X] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at? You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that [DMX] Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X Last I heard, y'all niggaz was havin sex, with the SAME sex I show no love, to homo thugs Empty out, reloaded and throw more slugs How you gonna explain fuckin a man? Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touchin ya hand I don't buck with chumps, for those to been to jail That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps I don't fuck with niggaz that think they broads Only know how to be ONE WAY, that's the dog I know how to get down, know how to BITE Bark very little, but I know HOW TO FIGHT I know how to chase a cat up in the tree MAN, I GIVE Y'ALL NIGGAZ THE B'INESS FOR FUCKIN WIT ME, IS YOU CRAZY?!? [Chorus] [DMX] Once a song, I come though, guns is drawn BLAM BLAM, lungs are gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog On the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothin to say to these cats For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats Cuz I know niggaz is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patience More trips to ICU cuz I see you Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggaz? (RIGHT WHERE?!?) GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do... (AIIGHT THEN) This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG) From then till now, don't ask me how Know that we gon roll like them niggaz and hit every block on the job [Chorus] [DMX] I get tapes doin times, stop niggaz like grapes makin wine Five CD's with mad rhymes Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin You really wanna stop niggaz from dyin? Stop niggaz from tryin I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste and I thought I told you to get these fuckin bums out my face Lookin atchu in your grill, I might be nice to cut Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt Yeah, you right, I know ya style - PUSSY cuz I'm fuckin it Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he suckin it MOTHERFUCKER, don't you know you'll never come near me Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly Never heard that D be runnin, cuz D be gunnin I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me comin/cumin Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind and if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine [Chorus] [DMX talking] WHERE THE FUCKIN HOOD AT?!? (It's all good, the dog is the hood) NO ONES' FUCKIN WITH ME NIGGA, FO REAL (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I AM THE HOOD, I AM THE STREETS (It's all good, the dog is the hood) YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA (It's all good, the dog is the hood) TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT, MOTHERFUCKER (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I'M IN THE HOOD ALL DAY (It's all good, the dog is the hood) I THINK I'M LIKE THE ONLY NIGGA, DOG (It's all good, the dog is the hood) THAT CAN GO TO THE PROJECTS (SCHOOL STREET, HOME OF THE BRAVE) BY HIS FUCKIN SELF AND BE GOOD YEAH NIGGA, ASK NIGGAZ ON Y.O. (MY PROJECTS, Y.O.) WHEN THE LAST TIME THEY SEEN DOG (Not too long ago baby) MOTHERFUCKER.. DEE, WAAH, UGH... (Y'all niggaz is homeless) KATO... (Where the hood at?) ※ 引述《dendon ()》之铭言： : 我想请问这儿的强者 : http://motola.myweb.hinet.net/Paul_Pierce_Mix.wmv : 这影片的背景音乐.. -- he examines the nightingale's code still written on the fish truck that loads my conscience explodes the harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain and these visions of Johanna are all that remain... -- Seems Like a Freeze-Out / Dylan --

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