Recipe (The)
Tha Hood
Hop out off the block, like I'm still dripping stains
Gold in tha hood, so they tend to know my name
Plymouth Reliant, got me switching up the game
Might hop flying, top dropping like the rainy dayz
Hoes talk down, Recipe never get mad
Niggaz new school, still jacking my swag
Y'all concerned about a real player, since the day of my birth
Grab a couple trill, and I can show you what I'm worth
Sitting so low, everytime I come down
Trunk just popped, so I'm showing my surround
8-7 got me tipping, so low to the ground
Still hitting lickshots, moving off the Suzuki Forenza
Watching for the outlaws, I ain't fucking with the time
Bitch I'm in my prime, ain't no stopping my shine
I advise, that they lead the moment of truth
If you say I ain't the realest, say bitch your dead meat
(Thanks to Patrick for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania