Shake For Ya Hood by Ricky B Lyrics
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
That St Bernard is on the map and they don’t play
Ask me how I know, I’m from around the way
I know some realass niggas who be quick to pull the trigger
You’re Strapped with your gang, now let’s see who’s quicker
Shoot ‘em up, bang bang, it ain’t no thang
But I remember the days when niggas used to swang
Now it’s getting, its getting kind of hectic where I’m from
Cuz niggas dying old and young, by the same gun
I’m rolling through the ninth ward, Desire and Florida
Damn, I never seen so many soldiers and warriors
Packing them things for niggas faking the funk
Cross the tracks and you better not ask where they at
Slugs coming at your ass nigga, duck bitch duck
And you can’t do shit because you’re cornered in the cut
By some hip ass hippies but like I said them niggas hip
Put the pop in, cock back, and empty the clip
So look here, shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
I’m on Claiborne by the Lafitte, I’m hearing shots ring
On the other end, by the Rocheblave Gang
But on Miro, one nigga dead from a bullet wound
Read it in the times picayune
Murder rate: boom
Uptown niggas violent by all means
The St. Thomas, Caliope, and Melpomene
Magnolia soldier, Iberville hustler
Holly Grove gangster, boy don’t make me thank ya
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Lil Ricky kicking shit that’s probably older than your grandma
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Lil Ricky kicking shit that’s probably older than your grandma
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Niggas always kicking that bullshit
But I got skills to kill to get around shit
Doing me a bounce track, T-He got the back
And if you don’t know him, he’s a murder tech killer
Don’t give me that
Shit about third ward, ninth ward, tenth ward, sixth ward
All y’all do is make shit hard
In the hood of a nigga trying to get his own
Blowing shit out of proportion like a trombone
Slide, ride, and giddy up, where they at?
In a black neighborhood, laying on his back
With a wound to the head, dead hours ago
And it’s a damn shame niggas gotta ride with they four-four
Automatic, chrome, a nickel-plated grip
First popped and whopped, a nigga drop, then they dip
To the next crime scene without one break
Nigga shake
Nigga shake
Nigga shake shake shake shake
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
That St Bernard is on the map and they don’t play
Ask me how I know, I’m from around the way
I know some realass niggas who be quick to pull the trigger
You’re Strapped with your gang, now let’s see who’s quicker
Shoot ‘em up, bang bang, it ain’t no thang
But I remember the days when niggas used to swang
Now it’s getting, its getting kind of hectic where I’m from
Cuz niggas dying old and young, by the same gun
I’m rolling through the ninth ward, Desire and Florida
Damn, I never seen so many soldiers and warriors
Packing them things for niggas faking the funk
Cross the tracks and you better not ask where they at
Slugs coming at your ass nigga, duck bitch duck
And you can’t do shit because you’re cornered in the cut
By some hip ass hippies but like I said them niggas hip
Put the pop in, cock back, and empty the clip
So look here, shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
I’m on Claiborne by the Lafitte, I’m hearing shots ring
On the other end, by the Rocheblave Gang
But on Miro, one nigga dead from a bullet wound
Read it in the times picayune
Murder rate: boom
Uptown niggas violent by all means
The St. Thomas, Caliope, and Melpomene
Magnolia soldier, Iberville hustler
Holly Grove gangster, boy don’t make me thank ya
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Lil Ricky kicking shit that’s probably older than your grandma
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Lil Ricky kicking shit that’s probably older than your grandma
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Niggas always kicking that bullshit
But I got skills to kill to get around shit
Doing me a bounce track, T-He got the back
And if you don’t know him, he’s a murder tech killer
Don’t give me that
Shit about third ward, ninth ward, tenth ward, sixth ward
All y’all do is make shit hard
In the hood of a nigga trying to get his own
Blowing shit out of proportion like a trombone
Slide, ride, and giddy up, where they at?
In a black neighborhood, laying on his back
With a wound to the head, dead hours ago
And it’s a damn shame niggas gotta ride with they four-four
Automatic, chrome, a nickel-plated grip
First popped and whopped, a nigga drop, then they dip
To the next crime scene without one break
Nigga shake
Nigga shake
Nigga shake shake shake shake
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right
Nigga shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s all good
Shake for your motherfucking hood if it’s good
Fucking right, it’s all right
Fucking right, it’s all right