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E 40 Hood Boy

She Want a Hood boy [x4] I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf [Verse 1: E-40] She Want a Hood boy

She Want a Hood boy [x4] I bet you ain't never seen a nigga pushin' that work Gettin it, how he live stuntin' on the turf [Verse 1: E-40] She Want a Hood boy

'm goin' in I'ma make the world feel my pain While I'm showin' you my muscle and I hustle through the game And even though they leave us in the hood

See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high like Fabo, hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 Like a rich rock star, nigga

that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e yeah that nigga Joe

ya, blue 40-caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin' out Dope boy, so I never have a problem

of a hustler is only one me [Verse:] But they speakin cuz I dont wanna stand that right there Talk all that trash but when they see they just there Not E-40

eat You can take this boy out tha hood But you can't take the hood out a nigga Hand stays on the trigga, geah Chorus... [cube & eiht] Iii tha hood way

Show them how to break they ankles, mayne Yeah, E-40 and Shawty Lo Hey, let's go From the West Coast to Atlanta If a nigga gonna hate, well, got damn