Hood Stuck lyrics

Artist  : Ludacris 
Song : Hood Stuck



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[Chorus] (Ludacris)
Eastside, eastside nigga
wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga what?)
I'm
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?)

[Ludacris]
Good luck, time to get
hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good
Stuff
Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
Last
summer, got da hook up
You know what I
did
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one
of the BeBe Kids
Type of rat, sat on my
ass
And fiendin' for cash
Almost got signed
with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
Now what
we got 'round here is a 20-20 twins
and whats
up in my hand, is a bottle of Gin
I love women
so I'm in it to win it
In it to green
In it
to get in it and get in it again
You got two
booties so you whippin yo chin
And I don't
blame you
I lay in da sand, ya'll lay in da
snow and make angels
My ice piece
dangle
make my chest look older
Touch it
and fall apart like yo High school folder
I'ma
Trojan man, BHS hall supplier
Shady park
resident and southside
Rider

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Get
back, time to get hood jacked
Gold chain, took
dat
World of Ghetto fabolous Dopeboys and
Hoodrats
Becareful what you look at
cause
you lookin to long
You might go blind in my
briefs cause my dick is too long
I'm gettin
nutt while I'm singin this song
and there is
enough for everybody in da party
while ya'll
hittin da bong
But ya'll be hittin my
schlong
you play the flute quite
nicely
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as
I get fiesty
Oh no, you suckas didn't request
back up
Broads I seem to rack up
When I
pull da gold acta
Get slapped up
Drove up
da wall
Put it in Reverse
you can hope for
the best, but expect the worst
You at a place
like some D's on a Hurst
Its quite
funny
Phat Rabbit, playboy bunny
It seems
as if thats what I need
Filthy south and
Ds
Thats why I roll in from da Southside
breeze
Give it to me
now

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Your
pick time to get hood sick
Hit'em wit a good
lick
Clean out yo house from da couch to da
toothpick
EastSide Ruthless
WestSide leave
'em clueless
my Northside mackers got dis
broads actin foolish
And do this for a
living
while you stuck up in yo
cubicle
Nightlife runnin dis streets, it
sounds beautiful
Women break a
cuticle
Ballas break bread
Southside, I
represent it till I'm dead
What
wha

[Chorus x2]