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elmo tha i - hood lock lyrics

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[intro: tag (tony deepest)]

(i’m just doing t’ings with elmo, famo!)

[hook:]

oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (chop)
og, i’m filling these streets (gangster) and i’m keeping them clean (super)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (hip+hop weep weep)
oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (sheesh, sheesh)
og, i’m filling these streets (streets) and i’m keeping them clean (yeah)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (wooh)

[verse 1:]

yellow tape, white chalk, this no murder song
just because he spoke to the cops, chopper talk (snitch)
as the sh+lls fall like them rain drops
and it happened in the north (grrt) at a four+way stop
it was a head shot (wooh, wooh)
now he looking like an indian (as+salaam)
with a red dot on his forehead (pow) for acting like a warhead (wooh)
family going hungry (sheesh) no more bread (ah)
and his name was fred, just because he said: “she said…” (ah + ah), ay…
i’m from the hood, this them streets, this no hollywood, ay… (no!)
but my neck froze, like a f+cking hockey puck (ice, ice)
i’m for blessings and i don’t believe in luck (wooh)
i told that b+tch: “go down, time for sucky sucky now!” (splash + ah!)

[hook:]

oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (chop)
og, i’m filling these streets (gangster) and i’m keeping them clean (super)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (hip+hop weep weep)
oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (sheesh, sheesh)
og, i’m filling these streets (streets) and i’m keeping them clean (yeah)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (wooh)

[verse 2:]

this another dose
n+ggas out here claiming to be motherf+cking g.o.a.ts (what… huh?)
but they call me the g.o.a.t (ah)
now they’re out here beefing and i’m making me a coat (snack)
while it’s a meating, ’cause i’m out here eating (arr+arr+arr!)
i’m finna hop in a bentley, i’m finna rock up in fendi (skrt)
don’t come to me, my n+gga, i ain’t too friendly (nah)
zip frenemies, my n+gga, i can be deadly (grrt)
glitzy glitzy, my necky (wooh) snipe a n+gga like wesley (ice, sheesh)
but i’m classy, with the fashion yeah (yah, yah)
and you ouchea dancing to my rapping (woah+woah!)
whilst them n+ggas capping, that they’re strapping (wooh)
but them n+ggas duck when they hear the glocky quacking (blrrrd)

[hook:]

oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (chop)
og, i’m filling these streets (gangster) and i’m keeping them clean (super)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (hip+hop weep weep)
oh me?
i’m k!lling the scene, oh god! (sheesh, sheesh)
og, i’m filling these streets (streets) and i’m keeping them clean (yeah)
adderall’s and codeine
my guillotine, make’ them opps weep weep! (wooh)



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