HOOD FAMOUS Lyrics by Che
Blam
(Rok on the track, yeah, Rok, Rok)
(Rok on the track, yeah)
Yeah, I feel it in my chest, I’m the best (Yeah, yeah)
It’s in my flesh and blood, I’m the best (Wow)
I watched my opps burn, goin’ straight to hell (Rock out, rock out)
I watched my opps burn, I could never fail (Phew, rock out, rock out, rock out)
Yoppa kiss and tell, Yoppa kiss and tell (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
I can’t breathe, WrestleMania, put me in a cage, baby (Cage)
I’m Hollywood? No, ***, I’m hood famous (Yeah)
Got a Mohawk, I dye my head, now I look like Sheamus (Boss up, boss up)
Her ass clap every time my chain swang (Boss up, boss up)
Her ass clap every time my chain swang (Yeah)
Suicidal Tendencies, oh yeah, I got some real pain
Go-got a red bandana, ***, like I’m Rich Gang (Yeah)
WWE Smackdown, ***, I bring the pain (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma treat the *** special, I’ma buy her anything (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma treat the *** special, buy the twat a wedding ring (Woo)
I’ma treat the *** special, buy the twat a wedding ring (Yeah)
And my OG snappin’, told ’em, “Clear the scene”
My hater blockers on, no, I can’t see a thing, ***
These withdrawals *** me up, no, I can’t even think (Bleh)
REST IN BASS, Che, REST IN BASS me (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
REST IN BASS, Che, REST IN BASS me (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
REST IN BASS, Che, REST IN BASS me (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
REST IN BASS, Che, REST IN BASS me (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
REST IN BASS, Che, REST IN BASS me (Rock out, rock out, rock out)
Yeah, I feel it in my chest, I’m the best (Yeah, yeah)
I feel it in my chest, I’m the best (Yeah, yeah)
I feel it in my chest, I’m the best (Yeah, yeah)
I feel it in my chest, I’m the best (Yeah, yeah)
(Rok on the track, Rok, Rok)
Rok on the track came to blow the speakers up
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
(Rok on the track, yeah)
Sayso to the top (Bleh), Sayso to the top (Let’s go)
Sayso to the top (Yeah), Sayso to the top (Yeah)
Okay, we countin’ up this guap, hell you talkin’ about?
We countin’ up this guap, hell you talkin’ about?
We countin’ up this guap, hell you talkin’ about? Woah
Keep this *** comin’, don’t stop, hell you talkin’ about?
Big-ass Makaveli (Yeah), big-ass Makaveli
***, I’m posted with some felons (Boop-boop-boop), put his ass up on a stretcher
I’m a real bad catcher (Ooh-hoo), Lil’ Hunxho turn his shirt to ketchup
All my boys opp huntin’, best hope we don’t spot one (Let’s go)
I got *** not just one (Let’s go), ***, rub my tummy (Yeah)
I got *** not just one, I got *** not just one
I ain’t never been a cuck, I just like my *** sucked (What?)
I’ma give his *** back, another day, another ***, yeah (Yeah)
Hold up, what the ***? (Slatt) Turn the bass up
Yeah, okay, you famous (Yeah), let your lil’ chain swang, huh (Beep-beep-beep-beep)
R.I.P. Fredo Bang, yeah (Yeah), I’m still where I came from (Yeah, what?)
I’m still where I came from (Go, go)
I’m still where I came from, yeah (What? Yeah)