Bloods - How Deep Is Your Hood (Instrumental)

Lyrics:
My hood is deeper than Atlantis
On tha prowl full prayin' like a mantis
Troppin' high poppin' guns, tha ones you can’t diss
With da vest on the West cuz we iz scandalous
Tell ‘em where yo at? On da 9
All da time sippin’ on some wine, puttin' lives on tha line
With tha gangsta glare, quick to putcha in tha wheelchair
Fools ride by lookin' scared but they still stare
At my homies throwin' up da W and da 1-12 makin' cheddar cheese
Khakis hangin' to tha knees, YG's & OG’s
Rollin' on gold D’s and low-lows hittin' threes
Stop countin' all my homies on yo' finger
You need a calculator and a secretary, number 1 click
Never secondary, knockin' out teeth so wait for the Tooth Fairy
Nigga, this ain’t no fairy tale
I know my homies very well, emptyin' every shell
So when you hit my hood, watch your hairy tail
Smokin' bomb-ass Ontendo, when we all came in
Don’t fuck with da killa bees
I can make one phone call and in 5 mins
I can have this whole muthafucka fulla G’s
Breakin' niggas 'til their knees and they ain’t no big D's
Makin' heads numb, you’s a dead bum
Index and the thumb is where I’m from
Second II none, totin' big black guns
Makin' muthafuckas run, yellin' REDRUM
Talkin' way more than a lil' shit
Always bein' a little lit (Yeah)
Lookin' a lil' swole up like a little tit
More bitches and riches than a lil' bitch
Nigga, I’m stanced now, fool, I never go broke like yay for days
Always on that paper chase, makin' lace
Nigga, that's my lil' homie Braze-a-Daze
Other crews swing or fuss, wanna hang wit' us
Bang wit' us, stroll down tha lane wit' us
Try to walk tha walk and talk tha talk, scream “WOOP WOOP!” like me and Hawk
Tha lil' homie Brazy, June, Rock and A
G-Sexx, redruM, Green Eyez, Big Wy
I’m a dog in case y'all didn’t know
G-Len from Figue-muthafuckin'-roa

How deep is ur hoood?
How deep is ur hood?
Awww yeahh

I’m tha type of nigga known to rub my bitch, love my bitch
I’m in jail cuz I beat up and drugged my bitch
I once loved my bitch, really dubbed my bitch
Nigga walked up and fucked the bitch
Before he hugged the bitch, freestyled his head and shoved the bitch
Pull a gun, “Everybody run”, FIRE, on Blood, big slug, slugged the bitch
No more shorty, one 40, guards servin' full of Chronic postin' on dotie
One bitch once told me: “Fuck 'em in tha head 'fore they fuck tha bread”
Fuck these hoes, nigga, get yo' bread
Stomach gettin' licks, that’s why all my shots aim for tha head
(To make sure all y'all muthafuckas dead, HAHA)
Hop out tha car, serve 'em again
Niggas on tha street, niggas in tha pen
Love for tha street, learned tha game I'm on
16 months turn light, never goin' home

Niggas mad cuz I’m fuckin' hoes
In a bhaki suit, nigga, so fuck you both
I'mma roll with tha niggas that I know gone shoot
No tryna look cute with the gangstas slizzo
You nizzo, you should’ve came to tha hood
Tryna put it down in a smokin' car, tryna lay some homies down
But I see you turnin off at 104th, of course I guns him down
Every round, hit tha lil' homie takin' him down
While he post up with the 50-round clip, with 100-yard scope
And I open, flip tha door couple a times, to be in and out of town with tha cartridge full
Flippin' amazin' dough, went to town, in town
May say he wanna buy now, singin' nigga
But he still knockin' niggas out
He singin' on the hook won’t you check him out
WOOP WOOP

How deep is ur hoood?
How deep is ur hood?
Awww yeahh

Niggas in my hood, bick back, smoke sacks
From tha block flippin' 50? packs
Tryna come up in this fucked up world, sellin' dope to avoid tax
Everybody's hangin' out? Fo sho'
Even tho' we know, that we all on tha frontline
We still, bust no bitches, that shit killed too
Cuz they might tell tha One Time
When tha Avenues hit tha street, you know we deep
Ready for some shit to crack
Even tho' we know that we came to scrap
FUCK THAT, we still gotta bring the gat
Niggas ain’t trustin' us, we ain’t trustin' 'em
Matter of fact let's get to rushin' 'em
Nigga make a funny move, get tha UZ'
Take aim, start dustin' ‘em

Well It’s tha I-F-G-B, the Deuce gang for tha rats
They knows in tha '94s
Niggas knows we be fuckin' with tha Family Blood
We catch you, Blood, it's drastic, Blood, we smash you, Blood
That's what you get, for being from tha other side
From tha gang to tha day that I dizz-ie, tha weed high
Is tha only thing I know, smokin do'
With the homies on the swerve with the fo'
Everywhere we go, let them niggas know
Yellin' iff till I’m stiff, till it’s time for it to go
Dock-B and Green Eyez for the ?Rationados?

Druggin' up them P’s, killin' 'em C’s
Please! Don’t wanna be these wigga Westsidaz
The CK Ridaz, Inglewood APG, B’s
While wearin' a burgundy, nigga was tryna serve me
But it ain’t stoppin' and
I’m grabbin a hold to that Glock
And makin' sure my enemies are droppin'
And it ain’t those blockin' da homies from runnin' up in yo' set
Get you wet
Hit a left, put em' up in yo chest, hm
Ay, Blood, don’t diss the West