popin in the hood let me pull to the mood in to the the life u know u wish u could have baby u know i miss u every time u not around cutting and dancing u know the hoodies not allowed bitches and papers like divas up in the sky you know it i know it we gonna burn in flames lyk kidi touch it en grab it lyk fixing beats it the trumpets i got some cash come and get it u buy ur self a Bugatti ur homie damm as a jelly am writing scripts not a ferry we going up bullets shouting hard tuvy b is out death on the way u gotta stay down cool if i bowl today tomorrow am gonna be king wanna be the king of the day wanna rule all the night u know me better than this