(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and representing by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat baby the cops know the blocks that its all time crazy Its alright cause its home hood though half of us is up to no good You gotta it when you born and raised In place full of problems that you face Im a native in the city of these streets With a warrior mentality that at ease Tomahawk in one hand, in the other So I can get high and swing at motherfuckers Thats how it is, I protect my On my front serving up free fat lips So come and see me if you down to But when you visit in the mix you be acting strange
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(Boondox) o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is where you finding me With that front porch living got that lawn high But mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country folk Them dirt road junkies know country folk slangin Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for mentals My homies got them backwoods credentials Two 4 chevies, ones on blocks, the other pumped out Bad ass kids leaving grown folks out Trailer park cooking serving up ass City folks cars when them hoes walk past Because cornbread booties got em hypnotized Spending tuitions just to grip them thighs My to some might seem worlds away But is where I stay, Red clay, G-A
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(Female) My (ABK) Is on lock we like it that way (Female) My (ABK) Is a place where the play (Female) My (ABK) Can see through you if you dont belong (Female) My (ABK) Can all the weak and build up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on shit like you aint never seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red dirt full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking aint never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, bother calling no cop
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