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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

Neck Of My Woods Lyrics - Chamillionaire

(*talking*) 

 

Ha-ha, hop in nigga (Southern Smoke) 

Why you looking all scared mayne? 

Loosen up nigga, ride with me 

 

[Hook - 2x] 

 

I'ma roll you, through my neck of the woods 

Through the hood, hustling and living right 

Grinding for a grand, pockets getting bigger 

Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga 

 

[Chamillionaire] 

 

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's matching the toes 

The basketball players baby mamas, and actresses hoes 

No you can't be tripping, you got's the master control 

Make her park while you exit, from out the passenger do' 

You roll with the easy pass, as you pass through the toll 

See the police ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go 

See the fiends on the corner, itching and after the blow 

You incognito, while passing that lil' package of dro 

I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer 

I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya trust in sir 

The trees made that weed, what is you cussing fa' 

It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge with her 

Never works, but still you try the excuses 

The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless 

So what if you catch a case, still hustle the juices 

Fill up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is ruthless 

Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you call that (slab) 

Do the math, recline in your seat and fall back 

You gotta try to blend in, and get your car facts 

Belt buckles swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac 

I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor sto' 

Get in, get the Black Magic and a sip of O. 

J. ay, one thang before you hit the do' 

Burning off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout Texas hoe