Trae Ft Yung Joc In The Hood Lyrics

[Intro - Yung Joc]
Let's see, the definition of a real n____
Is about it by this m_________in' song right here
You know, it took two real n____s to collab
And make some m_________in' s___ happen man
This ya' boy Yung Joc, you know Block Entertainment
And my m_________in' n____ Trae, a__hole by nature
Hey Trae, tell em' what you is n____

[Verse 1 - Trae]
I'm a gangsta' to the end, ridin' for the set
Black Chevrolet, wit' the paint still wet
J's on my toes, loc's on my eyes
Crawlin on 4's, every time I slide by
Nutin' less to the truth, I'm the streets of the South
Hoes on my swag, cuz' the diamond's on my mouth
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw wit' the rap to put my hood on the map
I'ma do this s___ for H.A.W.K. and his brother named Pat
And my partner named Screw, so I let the trunk crack
What they know about that, hataz' betta' chill
Plus I'm packin' sumtin' that they classifiy as steel
Reppin' my block, still doin' my thang
Trunk full of bang, holdin' ABN gang
Screwed up click, I'ma let the world know
Before it's all over, we could make the world slow

[Chorus - Trae]
You can find me in my hood, swangin' in the drop
Trunk popped up, now I'm lettin' back the top
Loc's on my face and my grill so clean
Dirty grand talk, boppers hoppin' on my team
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Movin' so slow, bangin' my screw
Hop out on the block, still holla', whut it dew

[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]
Talk to em'
65' Impala, Chevy SS
The top dissapear, see the clear VVS
I guess you know the name, yeen' gotta say it
When I say it's goin' down, S-K start sprayin'
Block E-N-T and A-B-N n____s in charge
Errbody muggin, n____s face stiff as starch
I'ma let you pull your card, but watch how quick I pull it
Hey f___ the semi-auto, my n____s pack fullest
We bulleys on the block, the hustle don't stop
It's eat whatchu' kill, that's the model off top
Yeah, it's the A-Town and the H-Town
Tell em' this the shakedown, lay face down
Me and my n____ Trae gettin cake now
Splittin' down the middle fifty fifty that's the breakdown
Baby keep yo' face down, and don't talk back
You can find me in the hood, n____ distribute packs

[Verse 3 - Trae]
Hop out the block like I'm still hittin stains
Platinum in the hood, so they tend to know my name
Yellow VS1's got me switchin' up the game
Might hop, flop, top droppin' like the rain
Hoes talk down, Trae neva' get mad
Got me certified playa since the day of my birth
Grab a couple million, and I can show you what I'm worth
Sittin' so low, everytime I come down
Trunk just popped, so I'm showin' my surround
84's got me tippin' so low to the ground
Still hittin' licks, movin' off the Greyhound
Watch it for the laws, I ain't f___in' wit' da time
Gotta getcha wit my prime, ain't gon' stoppin' my shine
I advise that they let the truth to the throne
If you say I ain't the realest, say b____ you dead wrong