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freddie gibbs - neighborhood hoez lyrics

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
sitting back, getting by d-ck sucked by the
neighborhood ho
east side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste
the powder back
candy nose, man i ran these hoes in a white range
rove’, ’bout to pound her back
no strings attached, b-tch might be a ho but she my
homie though
she got that friendly p-ssy, when i touch down she let
my homies go
preacher’s daughter, choir every sunday b-tch you known
to blow
when i was on the block broke back in ’04, b-tch act
like she ain’t know me though
but it’s all to the good, baby i forgive ya, hoes
caught up in the hype
see the chrome shine bright, and now they think i’m
they type of n-gg-

this ain’t a date and never hesitate, you can put your
lips where you like but i like my swisha
“fred you so cold on a ho, ” i know but i just sit back
and get chose
all about my stacks f-ck a rat b-tch i’m gon’ stay on
ten toes
got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on
strip poles
when i’m tipping in the g, gotta smoke one with my
neighborhood ho

[hook x2: freddie gibbs]
man, sometimes i like to kick it with them neighborhood
hoes
get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes
my b-tch say i stay f-cking with them neighborhood hoes
i swear, man it ain’t nothing like them neighborhood
hoes

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
i’m riding around and i’m getting it
you riding around and you didn’t
i am riding around with semis, life’s a b-tch so i pimp
it
bread long like pippen, gucci on, not d-ckies
i will d-ck her down so quickly
i draw pistols with no pencils
you know what i’m here for, that’s to get dough
hotter than six n-gg-s in a pinto with the vents closed
period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks
want a slice like kimbo, ice like igloo
i like a girl that like doing what her friend do
‘specially if it’s me and i’m laying in the middle
and all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a
trenchcoat
trapping at the citgo, yea the citgo
now i’m the sh-t, i remember when i was p-ss poor
neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood
and i don’t have to talk too much cause my paper do

[hook x2]

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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