Artist: JL (B.Hood) f/ Nef The Pharaoh
Album:  Tech N9ne Presents JL - DIBKIS
Song:   Out Da Hood
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"D-D-D-Disko Boogie on the beat"}

[Intro/Interlude: JL]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Niggaz done came up
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Niggaz done came up

[JL]
Came with the game, got 'em all starstruckin (ay)
Stuck on my chain, got that thing sparklin (whoa)
Not the same, can't complain 'bout the car shufflin
Smoke good, grass on me like I'm yard cuttin
A-, double L or nothin
Never laid a seed in a dirty hoe like gardening (whoa)
Fuck a lame, that guitar chuggin
Hold the title like a glove compartment, they target 'em
I'ma take you back to the part with no hard duckin
Had me charged, I was finna starve in the dark huntin (grr)
Fast forward to the car with the start button
On the yard fuckin on the floor cause new carpet in (whoa)
Got the whole hood goin hammy
Frozen TV dinners to dinin at Gordon Ramsay (ay)
Calamari with all the garnishment, now I'm fancy (woo)
Niggaz never thought I'd have these diamonds on me dancing

[Chorus: JL] + (Nef The Pharaoh)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, niggaz ain't believe me
Now they say the same thang when they see me
Whoa, "You doin pretty damn good
I thought you'd never make it out the hood"
Thought we wouldn't make it out the hood (made it out the hood though)
Thought we wouldn't make it out the hood (made it out the hood though)
Thought we wouldn't make it out the hood (made it out the hood though)
Niggaz doin pretty damn good (doin good though)

[JL]
Tell me I'm the one, I'm tryna do it twice
Everybody got advice, devil come in disguise
Level come with a price, everyone got a vice
On the run with my guys, niggaz all throwin signs
Zigzag for the lime green, Polo for the high jean
Low-key with the high beam, do you wrong for the right thing
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, Jet Li with the fight scene
Ink all on my light skin, in Dubai just sight-seeing
Whoa

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Nef The Pharaoh]
Bling blaow, woo! Look at my necklace
The Tesla drive itself, I'm not wreckin
They thought I wouldn't make it out my section
It put a smile on my face when the check's in
Whoa whoa, whoa, I'm doin good
Chang, the worldwide nigga that's still hood
Dem bitches shoulda believed me when I said believe me
Now I'm throwin money in the air like I'm bulimic
She wanna give me head, I tell that bitch that I don't need it though
Dancin in that pussy, I'ma beat it when I see it
I spend thirty on the ice, but a nigga is anemic
And I always pack a heater, situations get heated
Mad that I, came, up
Let a nigga touch me and that's gon' be his last touch
Blowin Draymond Green, but I'm playin for the Bucks
The score ain't even, condiments, ketchup
It's the Chang, nigga

[Chorus]

[Interlude]