Am Still Hood chords by Capone
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Intro 1
(A minor)
Verse 1
I'm still hood, homie, homie, you know (A minor)
G should pop off all day
Drive slow in the fresh 6 -4,
keep the toast on me every day
My city so rough, so tough,
homeboy, yeah, you already know
Around here gangueros get stretched,
they say welcome to the barrio
It seemed all hope was gone,
but your boy kept hope
I seen careers come and go,
like real good dope
Yet I'm still around in a Mexican town
Got a new record label,
but the flow's still brown
Nonsense aside, I'm Raza for life
Some of my competition wack,
some of them's alright
The block needs a champion,
and I speak the truth
I drew a whole bunch of girls,
but never in the booth
Came up pushin' powder for my youth
While my opps is at the
factory building coupes
Big homies in the vital
never fucked around
And when they left,
we began to pass the (G major) juice on down
(A minor) So little homie don't approach
me for bad intentions
Cause I'll get you foes
with Smith & Wessons
AK around my neck like a platinum Nexus
I put the raw on the records
for all you Mexins
Come on, I'm still hood,
homie, homie
You know G should pop off all day
Drive slow in that fresh 6 -4
Keep the toast on my air today
My city's so rough, so tough,
oh boy, yeah, you ought to know
Around here,
gon' giddles get stretched,
that's it, welcome to the body, yo
Last dudes are big, they ain't here no more
I hate em up, they can't look
in the mirror no more
(G major) When I (A minor) drop,
you ain't artist of the year no more
While you steppin' on the stage,
they don't cheer no more
Cause it's fake spit,
the whole gang, fucked it all
So I'm dustin' out my mic,
say hello to the boss
I'm back bops with a
whole new approach
and a winning game plan
like a Pittsburgh coach
Homie
I'm on with the homeboys
on top of the hood rats
I know what the guns
and the money ain't good
at Southwest daddy
that's where my hood at
Point the nine where your
cap and your hood at
My people cheat up,
ridin' so deep like the police
Man we stayin' on the streets
Catch a case,
beat it out and get back to work
Don't fit my cheek,
be Storla in my shirt, come on
I'm still hood, homie, homie,
you know G should pop off all day
Drive slow in a fresh 6 -4,
keep the toast on my hair today
My city so rough, so tough, on board,
yeah, you ought to know
Round here, gang, ghettos get stretched,
that's it, welcome to the barrio you
Am Still Hood
Capone
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