D-Block - J-Hood Freestyle lyrics

[J-Hood]

Damn

The 'gnac got me fucked up Poobs

You sure you can drive my nigga?

Drunk out my mind, Courvosier got me twisted

In the passenger side of the Range gettin lifted

Hand on my biscuit, watchin for them boys in the rearview

They be on some bullshit, searchin niggaz vehicles

Knockin the Ojays, faded off the previous blunt

Eyes red, skully low like what the fuck niggaz want?

I'm on some other shit, my brain paintin pictures like Van Gogh

27 flat is what I get you them grams fo'

D tryin to build a case, tryin to get me or somethin

But like a broke thumbtack they can't stick me to nothin

What's this I hear, Hood fell off, not true

Don't make me take yo' ass back to _Stadium 2_

When I dropped 60 on Clue, kids had to stop me

Shortly after that a lot of rappers tried to copy

Damn right I'm cocky, and I can't forget witty

I won't just spit on a track, I'll spit on this city

I listen to Biggie but get, hyped off that 'Pac shit

Wired off a quart, wonderin why I ain't got shit

But on the real I got this, the last shall eat first

And them fat niggaz that stuff they face gon' eat dirt

Soon as the heat spurt y'all niggaz gon' immediately drop

It's already in the stars, I'll be damned if I flop

Be damned if I stop, I'm 'bout to take ownership of the crown

Now Big told you like an elevator it's goin down

(D-Block!) What?