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KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz
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Attention all tourists, attention This is not the part of town you want to be found in If you like living, breathing, being alive You should turn your a** around then Go back to where the f**k you came from The reason you'll be killed, it ain't one Schemers, scammers, heathens, jammers, evil demons with hammers This is their sanctum Fully loaded noodle knockers I've been all around the world and came back to the hood All around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I'vе been all around the world and came back to the hood I'vе been all around the world Quit snitching on yourself F**k Clubhouse Quit snitching on yourself (right) Quit Instagramming, Twittering and Twitching on yourself You in clout mode, switch it on the stealth They gon' download them pictures when it helps convict you Stick you in the prison 'till you wild old, sh*tting on yourself Ay homie, take off the clown clothes, listen to your health Go put some elderberry in the kitchen on that shelf My n***a just look around though, where did half the town go? Ma** shooters blast, property value don't go down though It's bodies on the ground, no type of sh*t the media covers And politicians hate people of color, even though they got a brown nose I see two women kissing holding hands Preacher say they not allowed to enter the Holy Land But when he's home he's just an old a** lonely man Clicking on bad barbies Onlyfans He's playing with his goddamn self, when he's on the john Mother nature got snakes in the gra** but the Delta and Omicron Is helping her mow the lawn And in the hood, f**k Amazon Get a fake Gucci belt if you know Devon and 'em (Hey what's happening Devon) Here come the weed man, the fent' man, the coke man, the lean man With guns you never seen man (right) Got some shooters creeping on you at the dollar market While your baby mama's cheating on you at the Olive Garden All you can eat salad with new dude cause he's valid To who's who's vouch for him and All her little friends wanna f**king give him brain Besides shoot some folks he ain't did nothing but Lorraine Finna go shoot pool with him, chalk it up to the game Where I'm from mayne, dumb flames go up more than a gun range And young names get read more at funerals than graduations Infatuation with money lead to incarceration Babies in the Harbor facing life ain't even lived theirs Dirty n***as, crisp airs, small-minded, big fears, afraid to face many Livers bathing in Henny they lungs fading from reggie Like MJ against the Pacers, be on your Travis best behavior Stay on point guard The weed man be with the fent' man You ain't roll, it don't smoke it no telling what's in that joint guard And no telling, just hit the joint guard and lawyer up Don't be a mark all adventures are Tom Sawyered up N***as with slot time'll call your bluff, eat all your stuff Your jack, mac your snacks and your face, sh*t'll look boarded up N***as be like, it ain't no problem, I'm just saying Well if you're saying it ain't no problem, why the f**k you just brought it up? I've been all around the world and came back to the hood All around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I've been all around the world and came back to the hood I've ´been all around the world
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