Ghetto Tales - Mustard, Jay 305, Tee Cee

Uh, motherfuckin' hood tales, nigga

Nigga these my hood tales

Motherfuckin' hood tales, nigga

Uh, uh (Mustard on the beat ho)

Woke up, brushed my teeth

Cross the street, holla at Moe G

«Tell me about the raid that happened down the street»

Blowing out smoke, telling me

«Watch these suckas, keep you a freak

But most important, get your money»

Smiles and cries, hi’s and bye’s

Fo’sho, whatever that means

Got some game now let’s get something to eat

Pick up M got in the wind

Forgot I left my pistol in the rental I was in

Shootup there got my shit

Back to the block where i heard some shit

Same time I got a text from punk ass bitch

«I'm pregnant», «Ain't nothing happening

I used the condom bitch, I ain’t the daddy»

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga

Woke up quick, right about noon

Just thought that I had to be in midtown soon

Yankee fitted hat nigga to start my day

We bang the deuce over here, this ain’t west LA

Put on my fresh blue chucks with the flat blue laces

Put on my earrings, make sure them bitches is blanging

Check the store, press any nigga look like he banging

Couple hours later just me and my niggas, we swanging

It was about six o’clock, seen the house on the block

With all the lights out looking like a easy flock

All you gotta do is knock, told that little nigga get out

Grab the safe, grab the jewelry nigga and get out

Uh, now we at the skating rink nigga

Parking lot cripping, seen a couple niggas slipping

Pulled up on him quick, nigga dropped the whole clip

Didn’t leave no witnesses, that’s some hood shit

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga

What?

Hood ass bitch

Shut the fuck up, go put on some shit

Oh shit, there go the police

CRASH!

I ain’t getting caught in the sweep

I’m breaking trying to shake him

In my new Gucci’s, I wish I would’ve change 'em

Fish game alley way the bird came out

Ran to my motherfucking aunty Tammy house

I’m ghost, I got away

But that don’t mean I won’t get another day

Smokin' homie tryna sell me his J’s

Type of shit that happen every fucking day

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga

In the hood, ghetto tales

Uh, in the ghetto nigga

Uh, I’m a ghetto nigga

I’m a ghetto nigga