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sur5ill - you're from the hood, act like it lyrics

[hook]:
lights, camera, action
now do it with some p-ssion
show off those techniques
from all those acting cl-sses
you’re from the hood, right? (x4)

[verse 1]:
i’m from jamaica plain so stake your claim in this melting pot
sur’s five stars if you’re yelping spots
the only nigga who doesn’t care about a celtics shot
(uh) they’ve been defiant and gentrifying
before i was a shrimp applying
to any of them pilot schools or getting into private
i’m from boston but i smooth my r’s
my temper’s short but my bazooka’s large
i’m trying to get bills like uma’s parts
i trademarked fire, you own hookah bars
i’m nice you knew it, check my influence
i’m talking white, i might be fluent
i ain’t been near the hood
since i filled up my fucking wiper fluid
everybody asking what’s your story, bro?
if another motherfucker calls me oreo
i’ll drop them off of the nabisco headquarters roof
and bury them in a quarry, hoe
i’m colder than the weather for a scorpio
i ain’t hitting on the birds like the orioles
and i ain’t been fucking with niggas
like every b-tch claims that goes on the maury show
yeah i’m a nerd so my mouse robs you at click point
now strip, boy–i’m sticking you up for your bitcoins
and your venmo info, your credit’s destroyed
i’m no thug but i’ve got a darker side than pink floyd

[hook]

[verse 2]:
it’s the nerd man, ’til now an obscure man
but this is fucking child’s play, wow real mature man
hoe, i make this hot, i’m barbeque-ing this copy
while your alb-m collects dust like particles are its hobby
uh..these urban niggas tried clown me but fuck slinging
i’m from boston too, why’d you downplay my upbringing?
left, right, left, right, b, a, start
and i never got my ba, smart
the beat’s got a restraining order on me
‘cuz the da narc’d
yeah, i’m a common criminal
text book shit but not as literal
i carry an axe that means a guitar
and i don’t own a firearm in general
how the fuck am i supposed to act?
when my road to rap was basically
a chauffered nap in a motorhome when the tolls are closed
and an open map
confusing isn’t it?
i get my points over the net like they do at wimbledon
stop accusing me of being a thug
when i’m a regular dude or citizen
maybe you won’t when i move to michigan to do some fishing and
the moon is glistening off the lake; a duck and a goose are bickering
i know i’m normal–and the truth is sickening

- sur5ill lyrics

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