My Hood

Hey world, oh, I'm back I'm back and I'm better than ever What up, Fresh? What it do? This one here feels good, homie It reminds me of the old days You heard me

It feels good, I still gettin' love in my hood Haters still wishin' they could But they can't 'cause I'm still Gettin' it, gettin' it, get, gettin' it, gettin' it, man

It feels good, I still gettin' love in my hood Haters still wishin' they could But they can't 'cause I'm still Gettin' it, gettin' it, get, gettin' it, gettin' it, man

B.G. still the same ol', same ol' Nothin' change, play the game how the game go Pants sag, white tee and a Kangol I ain't gotta hustle but I still hang low

A few hate that's why I ride with that thing full It's going down if they run up on that Range Rov It's going down if they test a nigga manhood Every ghetto in New Orleans, I done ran through it

I done seen a lot and I done done a lot When I was young, I had dreams I run the block When I was young, yeah, my momma used to fuss a lot But now she cry 'cause her son is standin' on the top