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blaze ya dead homie – hood ratz (featuring anybody killa) lyrics

[verse 1 – blaze ya dead homie]
the sun goes down, and i crept out the cemetery
lookin’ for hood rat hoes, like this b-tch mary
known to f-ck, known to suck
every n-gg- that i know done been in the guts
but when it came to me, she wanted to front
said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk
she probably woulda kept talkin’, if i let her
but i slapped her in the mouth and put my d-ck in for pleasure
then she started actin’ erotic, and got excited
story done changed and in the p-ssy i’m invited
she wanted me to tag the p-ssy, wax the p-ssy
go down south, hold up b-tch, get the f-ck out!
(you ain’t famous, b-tch!) and if so, i don’t give a f-ck
i stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my d-ck a suck
don’t get it flipped ho, you’s a hood rat
only good for f-ckin’ and suckin’ cause it’s like that

[hook]
b-tch, you’s a hood rat (i’m just tryin’ to f-ck!)
do it like a rat (face down, -ss up!)
chicken head, dirty -ss, no good trick
hood rat b-tch, you can (suck this d-ck!)

[verse 2 – anybody killa]
old school rhymes bring back teenage memories
like when i was datin’ betty and f-ckin’ denise
or drinkin’ sisco in the park with some hoes after dark
play hide and go get it like a sport
but things change, f-ck sisco, f-ck the park
we want more from the b-tches wit a brand new car
s-m-n swallowers, -rg-sm hollowers
hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin’ girls with mad dollars

[verse 3 – blaze ya dead homie]
now it’s a whole new day, different story
ran into a b-tch named tracy and her cousin tori
they was walkin’ and they needed a ride
pulled up to the curb and they both got inside
cracked open the 4-0, then i took a sip
now which one of y’all b-tches suckin’ my d-ck?
then they knew the time, cause they down for the benefit
hood rat hoes, p-ssy always warm and wet

[hook]
b-tch, you’s a hood rat (i’m just tryin’ to f-ck!)
do it like a rat (face down, -ss up!)
chicken head, dirty -ss, no good trick
hood rat b-tch, you can (suck this d-ck!)

[verse 4 – anybody killa]
every day in the neighborhood, it’s a hood rat fest
joggin’ pants and house shoes with they hair a mess
hoochie mamas causin’ drama like a 9 to 5
(happy baby day) b-tch, that kid ain’t mine!
i was strollin’ to the liquor sto’, one day
smokin’ on a big f-ckin’, fat j
seen a chicken head comin’, my way
it was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed
it was a good day, never had to take the 9 off safety
every feind that i seen was glad to pay me
5-0 ridin’ by wavin’ high
without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky
today’s the first time i ever seen the hood could look fine
get this, weedman sellin’ twenties for dimes
oooh! perfect future in my dead crazy past
dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta -ss!

[hook] -x2
b-tch, you’s a hood rat (i’m just tryin’ to f-ck!)
do it like a rat (face down, -ss up!)
chicken head, dirty -ss, no good trick
hood rat b-tch, you can (suck this d-ck!)

- blaze ya dead homie lyrics

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