Yo Hood Ain't Hood Enough - JT Music

Roll Call!

Michael?

Total Psycho

Just signed up for GEICO

Are your rates high?

Hell if I know

Money I spent is money I stole

Just bought myself an oversized home

With a housewife who blows my dough

On expensive cars and Lypo

BITCH

But you know, it’s not that bad

I’m a good husband and a greater dad

(Yeah right)

I feel like Walter White

'Cause you know I like to go Breaking Bad

Screw you!

I hate you dad!

Son of a bitch, you take it back!

Time for me to see my shrink

God dammit my family’s wack

Get back, cheap hoes

I’m with Repo

So people on these streets know

I won’t be no hero

Check your ego

This won’t be easy bro

Like GTA with cheat codes

You won’t get shit for free, no

Street cred, have a lot

If you don’t think I’m bad enough

When I’m on the track it’s like NASCAR

Jeff Gordon thinks I’m fast enough

Grab a gun, rob a bank

Hit the club, make it rain

Tits and ass, it’s all the same

I wanna hear you scream my name

This is the life all my homies have been lookin' for

What you think we brought this motherfuckin' ruckus for

We 'bout to bust you up

Your future’s lookin' rough

Fuck yo hood 'cause I don’t think yo hood is hood enough

Knock knock, it’s Trevor

Craziest crackhead redneck ever

When I’m in the cockpit I’m pretty clever

But other than that, well, never

Kind of overdue for a checkup

Couldn’t give a shit 'cause I’m gonna make cheddar

All about the money, nothing better

Sick of this trailer, God, I need a new setup

Gimme all you got you wench

Don’t have cash, write a check

Riding around the desert, taking all that I can get

Crystal Meth on my breath

I don’t get too much sex

Don’t got much hair on my head

Look like shit, smell like death

Scuba divin', air glidin'

Fighter jets and bear fightin'

Customizin' all my rides

Ask the ladies 'cause they likin'

You and me, that ain’t right

That ain’t gonna be a fair fight

You’ll leave the scene in a body bag

Trust me, airtight

(Fuck yo hood 'cause yo hood ain’t hood enough) x3

Wear a hat 'cause yo hood ain’t good enough

Girl problems, talk it out

Guy problems, shotgun out

Money and riches, bitches and fame

That’s what I been talkin' 'bout

Suit and tie, rock it out

Just got shot, walk it out

Run you down, in my whip

That’s what happens when you call me out

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck could chuck wood?

(Huh?)

How much good would a bad guy do

If a bad guy could do good?

(What?)

None at all, that’s the answer

But I’m about to pull a Charles Manson

Don’t let me get in a temper tantrum

Mess with me, I’ll bring down your mansion!

Slammin' all these banks, don’t even know how

Now I got pocket change, while I’m on the low-down

Time to catch some rays, damn I love this town

Once you’re in this game, you won’t be gettin' out

(Fuck yo hood 'cause I don’t think yo hood is hood enough) x3