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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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The streets love Jeezy and I love 'em back |
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And if I still had the work, |
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I frontcha sack, hey |
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It's all gravy, |
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still reaching wit my words |
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And make 'em feel good |
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like the first and the third |
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Take you back when |
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I was sixteen, wit a bankroll |
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Posted on a corner like a light pole |
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They used to call us track stars |
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Before they even stopped, |
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we ran to dem cars |
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And everybody on the |
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block got the same agenda |
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Hustle from January 'til |
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the end of December |
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Wasn't smokin' purple, |
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then it was more like Bobby Brown |
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On that hen dog straight, |
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got a nigga drinking brown |
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You, you, 7/11, |
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nigga you know |
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You know 10 to 4, shake 'em up, |
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talk shit, get my drink and let 'em go |
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Even when I'm on the road, |
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the gangstas stay in touch |
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Why the fuck you think they love me so much |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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I'm talking summertime cookouts |
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and wintertime flights |
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It ain't nothing, |
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we hearing shots all night |
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Ford Taurus pulls up everybody run |
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White boys jump out, |
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running wit they guns, 5-0, 5-0 |
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Ford Taurus leave, |
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everybody came back, hey |
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Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack |
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Real recognize, |
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real I suppose |
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I guess that's why the |
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gangstas be at all my shows |
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Got the deal, |
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nothing changed but my clothes |
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Still catch me in the jects, |
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fuckin' wit dem hoes, projects |
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Like coo-coo cal |
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Lord, I wish mad Lou could see me now |
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Wish gold mouth was home, |
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mailman was free |
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A lot of niggaz crossing over, |
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no dog, no, not me |
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Close to ever been in the commercials, |
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when I watch TV |
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And everybody know I rep these streets faithfully |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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Ford Taurus pull up, |
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everybody run |
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White boys jump out, |
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running wit they guns |
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Ford Taurus leave, |
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everybody came back, hey |
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Hope dem boyz didn't find my sack |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood, |
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I do it for the hood |
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Every time I do it, |
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I do it for my hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for yo hood |
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And every time I do it, |
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I do it for they hood |
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It's understood |