I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets, children
I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets, uh-uh
I don't want nobody fuckin' with me in these streets, cause
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody got, Ain't nobody got
Ain't nobody got time for that

Real shit mane, no matter where you from
The same rules and regulations apply, the G code

I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated
See I'm real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I'm affiliated
Grew up from the turf, love doin' work, I'm affiliated
See I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood

All I bang is that crip shit, trip this
Big Snoop Dogg with my cousin Trick Trick
Put the hammer to your bisquick to your biscuit
Jam with the jelly sellin' grams at the telly
On the telly with the plinug
If you really want it come and get it on the Dinnub
Twenty gang, for life, all my niggas locked down
Know I got em' right
Its a new game, Its a new day
We even got homies in Akron and OK-C
And I'm the [?] go and see em'
Holla at a nigga on the DM
All I know is to bang the beach, (long beach)
Forty years nigga, bangin' the east
And I can't stop and I won't stop
Even though I got a grill, still twenty crip nigga

I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated
See I'm real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I'm affiliated
Grew up from the turf, love doin' work, I'm affiliated
See I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated

Shit
Pull up, get out, hood up, sit down
No need to stand, he is the man
It is I, he, King, NFZ, so my thrown, a no fly zone
To make sure they mail they're check, fly down LAX
To see my big 'cause, fuck y'all thought this shit was
Turn a couple corners, big homies'll pull up on ya
What we finna' do what the move is
'Cause say the money where the booth is
Go and show the motherfuckers where the truth is
Hold up 'cause I do this, state to state face to face
Straight up G shit, seven mile nigga with the 21 east clique
Love my neighbors, season floor seats Pistons and Lakers

I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated
See I'm real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I'm affiliated
Grew up from the turf, love doin' work, I'm affiliated
See I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated

State to State, oh

I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated
See I'm real for my niggas, I kill for my niggas, I'm affiliated
Grew up from the turf, love doin' work, I'm affiliated
See I don't hang in my hood but I bang in my hood, I'm affiliated

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Writer(s): CALVIN BROADUS