Lloyd Banks - Love Me In The Hood Lyrics
It's banks nigga*South side loveThey love me in the hood[Verse 1: ~Lloyd Banks~]Cold since my man died, over that's a damn lieBoy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslideUh I got them niggas by a rocket shipI hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a *****I'm so far ahead I'm already deadGetting at you from the future that's why I'm used to what you saidWait until you see the new SuperheadShe got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bedI got ya yard on my card, back to future with the breadI pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya headBoy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phonyEvery day a trending topic keep the pound on meExotic women, heavy lenin, that's how I'm livingThe punch line king, on the run from Robin GivensEvery week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings***** a hater make a million let survival feed him[Hook: Lloyd Banks]Still stand where I stood, they love me the hoodThem *****es talking about me, that's how you know I'm doing goodUnderstood I'm good they love me in the hoodUnderstood I'm good they love me in the hoodI'm in love with money I don't love these hoesI love to get paper and spend it on these clothesDo you here me?Understood I'm good they love me in the hoodUnderstood I'm good they love me in the hood[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace tornHef the don, *****ing on ya sister like escabornEscalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayedSex for exercise *****es screaming like I step on stageI get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid*****ing since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braidsI know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking themMy seconds make a twirler stay for months ***** the wrestlingProtects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'emI'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's penYou couldn't cloud my intelligence with eleganceI'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephantsI'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidentsDone worked my whole life to get two, I've been spending ever sinceGg kush bags couldn't find a better stenchFly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench[Hook][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]Big city to country all the pretty *****es wants meTote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkieFrying pan man turn ya head into a gumbieWhen I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a nigga summySunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every yearPick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere*****ing dimes or something, my aura got the telly scaredAll problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smearedRapped in fire black attire she's the appetizerHumming on my trail all day I'm a clap her after chinaMr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymerShorty fly as hell about 11 levels past CubanaI'm honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honorDonna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotelAll the snickering, I'm running through this money till the trip is doneI meet it at the bottom with my niggas son[Hook]
