J-HOOD - 17 Shots lyrics

What chu got for em hood?

It's about time u passed that mother fuckin blunt nigga

I'm tryin to get high too... haha... yea... uh

U got style on niggas on this one man

Get your stunna shades on

Roll your window like half way down

Make sure u don't roll it all the way down tho u gotta make it half way

Uh

7 and 3/4 fitted yankee on my dome my window half way down speedin talkin on the phone

Big booty hoes fast cars big stacks big diamonds big cribs bandanas and big gats

I'm just tryin stacks some mems I'm to fly to be a bum if I don make it in this rap game I'm gon be on the run because I'm robbin rappers quick don't come around here with your jewels if we have some type of disagreement then we ain't cool

Well come back to the uh bitches love the way I stunt and this blocks on brink link watch n rollin up a blunt (so icyy)

tech in the stash box in case he thinkin i aint strapped

I let off 17 shots and leave your lungs up on your lap

I'm just tryin to chase the green I ain't tryin to catch your case but I buy u fast disappear quick without a trace

Tv's up in the benz seat back getting right why you lookin at me in hoop-dee ice grill is that your type...

got ma fitted on lean my outfit clean 24's ODG follow why I'm real clean pocket full of pennies blow the kush out my mouth d-block ODG let me show u what we bout

My outfit clean, my frames so fresh am I the flyist gangsta the more mirror (oh yes)

some call me j-peshy other people call me izzle two king magazine models with me up in the middle too slick to be a trick I ain't gotta spend G if it was me and you and two bitches they'll pick me

No hate real talk I'm just here to let chu know I got broads getting low I thought chu heard go slow

All I do is burn purp Crip diesel or the shark I see the same old videos on 106 & park

streets Need somebody new and I'm comin for the spot it's the baby face gangsta j-hood, d-block .

nigga throw your stacks up let em know where your from but don't fuck with niggas less u got a hawk or a gun I'm juss sippin on patrone getin blown on the low knockin rubber bad banks from my nigga young dro

But if it don lean my outfit clean 24's on the G follow why I'm real clean pocket full of pennies blow the kush out my mouth d-block homie G let me show u what we bout

Thanks to patty boy for these lyrics