Ludacris - Hood Stuck Lyrics
(chorus)Eastside, eastside nigga wha?(eastside, eastside nigga what? )Im talk bout da westside, westside nigga wha?(westside, westside nigga wha? )Northside, northside nigga wha?(northside, northside nigga wha? )Southside, southside nigga wha?(southside, southside nigga wha? )Good luck, time to get hood stuckCaldasac trap, mr. good stuffLudacris give me 20 push-upsLast summer, got da hook upYou know what I didWhod eva thought up they grew up on one of the bebe kidsType of rat, sat on my assAnd fiendin for cashAlmost got signed with puff puff, but I think Ill passNow what we got round here is a 20-20 twinsAnd whats up in my hand, is a bottle of ginI love women so Im in it to win itIn it to greenIn it to get in it and get in it againYou got two booties so you whippin yo chinAnd I dont blame youI lay in da sand, yall lay in da snow and make angelsMy ice piece dangleMake my chest look olderTouch it and fall apart like yo high school folderIma trojan man, bhs hall supplierShady park resident and southside rider(chorus)Get back, time to get hood jackedGold chain, took datWorld of ghetto fabolous dopeboys and hoodratsBecareful what you look atCause you lookin to longYou might go blind in my briefs cause my dick is too longIm gettin nutt while Im singin this songAnd there is enough for everybody in da partyWhile yall hittin da bongBut yall be hittin my schlongYou play the flute quite nicelyWhen teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiestyOh no, you suckas didnt request back upBroads I seem to rack upWhen I pull da gold actaGet slapped upDrove up da wallPut it in reverseYou can hope for the best, but expect the worstYou at a place like some ds on a hurstIts quite funnyPhat rabbit, playboy bunnyIt seems as if thats what I needFilthy south and dsThats why I roll in from da southside breezeGive it to me now(chorus)Your pick time to get hood sickHitem wit a good lickClean out yo house from da couch to da toothpickEastside ruthlessWestside leave em cluelessMy northside mackers got dis broads actin foolishAnd do this for a livingWhile you stuck up in yo cubicleNightlife runnin dis streets, it sounds beautifulWomen break a cuticleBallas break breadSouthside, I represent it till Im deadWhat wha(chorus) x2
