Hood Story by Ms. Mama Lyrics
[Intro: Ripsi Winelover]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
[Verse 1: Ms. Mama]
Arose/ from broken
Boulevards, story tragic
So in the mean time
Keep it moving or accept that
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
To them it's simply a story
Better than your bitch would
I send my Bitches through your hood
Look dog, don't be
Asking for dame, see
But my dads a different story
Lookin back in my yearbook
All the years took
If theres a time that in the hood
I guess now i'm done telling this story
And all women who
Had light features, see
I don't live in the hood
Smoke ? you know it taste good
I got the hood behind me
I’m tryna be low key
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 2: Yung F.O.X]
It's pain in my eyes but
These yves saints blind you to look
Represent for the south
Man i rep it for the hood
All my homies in this
Thang wish a bitch would
These are al the symptoms
Of growing up in tha hood
I don't understand how
This game made
Us strangers, look
Sometimes i would sneak
Out in the night
With my black hood
And that’s a scary
Thing, i try to duck em good
Im just a kid tryna
Move out the hood
Better than your bitch would
I don't live in the hood
I bet they thought they'd
Never see a big gone good
Four cuban links on
My neck, trap out the hood
Call levi's we can see
About the home cook
And me? i'm fresh prince
I'm will smith to the hood
Supporting a real rat
Pack still live in the hood
And when the smoke clears
Don’t you dare ask who could
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 3: Young Shanell]
Simply unable to afford four
Little pills that cost only a few dollars
Service the discursive lurkers
In the furthest mergers of a scary circus
To revolutionize banners
Killing like cancers here are the factors
Service the discursive lurkers
In the furthest mergers of a scary circus
Now money is a service
But it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit
And i ain't never did a
Bid and i don't have a little kid
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 4: Young N.A.S]
When guys are sexist
I'm alexis bro, you're what i don't like!
And i been fucking with
Cosby since i was ten, you damn right
I can eradicate a village
If you give me a beat, huh
Burning everything you hold
Sacred, kush imported from jamaica
Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan
We stay faded, need no occasion
Tell me who's in control? not julio
People love hodgy i hate you though
My only purpose is to
Jerk it cause it has a curve
And miguel broke into song
I slung bombs before lotus flowers
I must be living in spain
I can make it rain
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
*original miguel bridge* -female singer
I was gonna start diggin'
Into these hoes chest, right
When guys are sexist
I'm alexis bro, you're what i don't like!
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 5: Don Diva]
Nah, they dont wanna let me win
Real hoe shit. hood baby section
Aye, hold your head homie, look
Cause hoes always
Want a guy from the hood
I don't live in the hood
She got that good good
The little engine that could
This little bitch is good
A couple of y'all ain't
Took a field trip to the hood
To mcs that don't rhyme good
But now your under a hood
Dont get ya fucking hood invaded
About some tyga beef shit
If theres a time that in the hood
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Lookin back in my
Yearbook, all the years took
That's right bitches, i ain't from the hood
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Outro: Ripsi Winelover]
Now bitch i came From Trinidad
And that's my story i don't want
No bitch switching that shit up
And it was rough coming in
Try doing shit like that bitch
Now my story is my story
Not nobody else's bitch
We all come from different
Places thats our story bitch
But now i'm in a better
Enviorment bitch there's
Nothing wrong with that bitch
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
[Verse 1: Ms. Mama]
Arose/ from broken
Boulevards, story tragic
So in the mean time
Keep it moving or accept that
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
To them it's simply a story
Better than your bitch would
I send my Bitches through your hood
Look dog, don't be
Asking for dame, see
But my dads a different story
Lookin back in my yearbook
All the years took
If theres a time that in the hood
I guess now i'm done telling this story
And all women who
Had light features, see
I don't live in the hood
Smoke ? you know it taste good
I got the hood behind me
I’m tryna be low key
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 2: Yung F.O.X]
It's pain in my eyes but
These yves saints blind you to look
Represent for the south
Man i rep it for the hood
All my homies in this
Thang wish a bitch would
These are al the symptoms
Of growing up in tha hood
I don't understand how
This game made
Us strangers, look
Sometimes i would sneak
Out in the night
With my black hood
And that’s a scary
Thing, i try to duck em good
Im just a kid tryna
Move out the hood
Better than your bitch would
I don't live in the hood
I bet they thought they'd
Never see a big gone good
Four cuban links on
My neck, trap out the hood
Call levi's we can see
About the home cook
And me? i'm fresh prince
I'm will smith to the hood
Supporting a real rat
Pack still live in the hood
And when the smoke clears
Don’t you dare ask who could
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 3: Young Shanell]
Simply unable to afford four
Little pills that cost only a few dollars
Service the discursive lurkers
In the furthest mergers of a scary circus
To revolutionize banners
Killing like cancers here are the factors
Service the discursive lurkers
In the furthest mergers of a scary circus
Now money is a service
But it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit
And i ain't never did a
Bid and i don't have a little kid
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 4: Young N.A.S]
When guys are sexist
I'm alexis bro, you're what i don't like!
And i been fucking with
Cosby since i was ten, you damn right
I can eradicate a village
If you give me a beat, huh
Burning everything you hold
Sacred, kush imported from jamaica
Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan
We stay faded, need no occasion
Tell me who's in control? not julio
People love hodgy i hate you though
My only purpose is to
Jerk it cause it has a curve
And miguel broke into song
I slung bombs before lotus flowers
I must be living in spain
I can make it rain
Stir up all these feelings inside of her
*original miguel bridge* -female singer
I was gonna start diggin'
Into these hoes chest, right
When guys are sexist
I'm alexis bro, you're what i don't like!
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Verse 5: Don Diva]
Nah, they dont wanna let me win
Real hoe shit. hood baby section
Aye, hold your head homie, look
Cause hoes always
Want a guy from the hood
I don't live in the hood
She got that good good
The little engine that could
This little bitch is good
A couple of y'all ain't
Took a field trip to the hood
To mcs that don't rhyme good
But now your under a hood
Dont get ya fucking hood invaded
About some tyga beef shit
If theres a time that in the hood
Whole lotta money, big tip i would
Lookin back in my
Yearbook, all the years took
That's right bitches, i ain't from the hood
[Hook: Trinidad Cartel]
Lemme tell a lil' story, about this dude I knew, he said -
Used to go to school out in L.I.U, he said -
He'd make me a bet, he'd own his own jet, and he'd
Show me the city,from a bird's eye view, said he -
Came from Jamaica
[Outro: Ripsi Winelover]
Now bitch i came From Trinidad
And that's my story i don't want
No bitch switching that shit up
And it was rough coming in
Try doing shit like that bitch
Now my story is my story
Not nobody else's bitch
We all come from different
Places thats our story bitch
But now i'm in a better
Enviorment bitch there's
Nothing wrong with that bitch