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Chevy Woods

Hazelwood

 

Hazelwood

(album: Gang Land - 2012)


Yea, it's that fix me in place shit
Our ghetto shit, uh
Oh, you'll be here, in your house
Your money, yea

Yea, this that cooler shit, you feel me? I was on that bench
Thinking I would make a million, money coming in so silly
Had that product serving junkies with my niggas on the know
Yo, shout out to my nigga Mainer before Cheeser had that Rover uh
East side, 32, hundreds on these caddies
Shout out to the holdup blame me, glad I ain't your baby daddy
Whole hood represented, Bobby Rothman before Sally
You know that's the war zone, yea that's the alley
You know Freeze, that's my nigga
And his pops, well that's J Fab
Fiends calling moms cause they meowed at the same time
That's currency, New Orleans, counting money, get high
I do the same thinking of morning, ask them, why would I lie?

So my connect you will never know
A hundred things 'bout myself but now I'm doing shows
I put that on my hood, they already know
I'm a know you boys so I'm trained to go

It's a cookout at the playground, pull my car right up to Lewis
I pulled your keys, working with the young and barely shooting
Got a cousin with some babies, I'd be buying for the kids
My cousin V, he did the same, he screwed me from the trip
Yea, you know that top off, that Camarro baby
I ain't in the army but it's shout out to my camels
Playing angle, Second Ave, that's Mike's Penny Candy
He's got a cut in the play, yea, fresh up out of Janie's
This my hood, a nigga love it
Never leave it cause I can't
It's the reason I'da make it, got few bands up in my band
Can't forget my mom cause she raised a boy up to a man
Rest in my peace to all my homies and my niggas in the can, damn

So my connect you will never know
A hundred things 'bout myself but now I'm doing shows
I put that on my hood, they already know
I'm a know you boys so I'm trained to go

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