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"My Hood" is a song by American hip hop recording artist Young Jeezy, released December 11, 2005 as the fourth single from his debut studio album Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101 (2005). The song, produced by Grand Hustle in-house producer Cordale "Lil' C" Quinn, contains an interpolation of "Rubberband Man" as performed by T.I..
The music video, directed by Hype Williams, is in black and white, with a few pockets of color. "My Hood" was Derek Jeter's walk-out music for his at bats during the 2006 Major League baseball season.
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spm jackers in my home song. tlcv
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The Official Music Video Of SPM (South Park Mexican) Called "In My Hood" THE REAL VIDEO From His Album "When Devils Strike" Dope House Records LYRICS TO SPM "In My Hood": [Verse 1:] One Two Buckle That Fool, He's Fucking With Me, If He's Fucking With You Hillwood To My Bones, To My Chromosomes Got 2 44's So I'm Not Home Alone Push a Pencil Like A Stone On A Saturday Night I Choke a hoe From My Tow Like I'm Grabbing The Mic They Bought Me A Used Dirt Bike A Year Later It Was Used To Serve White Ghetto Bird On Top Of Us,punk ass Officers Mad Cause My Closet Full Of Guns & Nauticas Rocking Up Duckies, for fiends and junkies Got More Cheese Than Chuckies,And Get My weed From Uglies It's All Lovely,Just Bought A Pitbull Puppy That's Guaranteed To Make Me A Shit Full Of Money ...
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The old ass song medicine by spm....block of rock is next...been gone for a while but im back
Check one, check two, lets take a cruise
I done did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my pager
'cause these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in texas creepin in caddies and benzes
And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple lipton
Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass hurst
End of verse
[chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas
I remember long ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of god, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards except mexican express
I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks happy p got my referal
Your head twirl to the sounds of the sp mex
Ridin in the lex with a dog named plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf course
The valet the white porsche with the bulletproof doors
[chorus x2]
It's the l-o-s c-o-y
Pack the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like oscar the grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, never at my house
Whether it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowance
Dope house bouncin cash to my forgein accounts