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Under Da Hood Video (MV)




Performed By: Péri
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Charles Monthioux




Péri - Under Da Hood Lyrics
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I know some niggas that are real washed that act flooded
And I know some boys real soft that'll act tough
In France
Where theres no crips and no bloods
But you damn fool if you thinking that we ain't bout stuff
Stick is a bamboo 4 bullets get your ass stuffed
And If I don't shoot best then believes you'll get patched up
F*cked up you get roughed up
Run it Top Down till I'm Top Dawg
Yeah she gon' give you sugar but she come right back and she gon' give me love
Set her off with my trigger finger
Shit nigga
I might just bust it up
Boss talk
Stirrin up
2 double cups and I don't feel nun
Don't stare at us make you fear sum
Around here we don't feed scum
Real niggas been eating other niggas man they been starving
They act like they don't need it but they ain't walking man they just crawling!
Don't benchpress
Only thing I push bagged up or up in a Parking
Flip a bitch on mattress flip my shits all up in appartments
Got a taste of that real life I don't like none of if but the money part
No need for a big pipe get you could get whacked with what's in glove compartment
They wanna check under my ski!
Then wanna check under my hood!
They wanna check under my hood
Liquor up to the Hook cuz
And it's lick her up like Backwood!
They wanna check under my ski!
Then wanna check under my hood!
My Hood
They wanna check under my hood!
Coming at you in your Palace
Put a bullet in my ballot
Like really
All your pussies looking jealous
Call that a cracker with jelly
I'm running shit up like I'm Barry
Breaking Sound barrier
Ice on the neck Siberia
Flow Superior
Come through barbaric
Boi don't f*ck up you'll get buried
Like
Who let the dawgs out? I cut off a leash
Come to the P I just pattern-repeat
My boi in the trap till the Patek Philippe
Don't stay in the party for too long
How you die tryna' pattern a jeet?
I'm in this bitch and I'm too loud
Sorry lil bitch gotta pardon my weed
You gotta pardon my weed
Talk a lot but you don't tote shit?
Told that lil bitch to just follow my lead
Bitches be mad 'cause I don't entertain
You own mistake if your swinging your chain
And they could do you for change
Metal in your face got you looking like Pain
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
They wanna check under my ski
They wanna check under my hood
Lick her up like a Backwood
And it's liquor up to the Hook cuz!
They wanna check under my ski
They wanna check under my hood
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood!
Liquor up to the Hook cuz
And it's lick her up like Backwood
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
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I know some niggas that are real washed that act flooded
And I know some boys real soft that'll act tough
In France
Where theres no crips and no bloods
But you damn fool if you thinking that we ain't bout stuff
Stick is a bamboo 4 bullets get your ass stuffed
And If I don't shoot best then believes you'll get patched up
F*cked up you get roughed up
Run it Top Down till I'm Top Dawg
Yeah she gon' give you sugar but she come right back and she gon' give me love
Set her off with my trigger finger
Shit nigga
I might just bust it up
Boss talk
Stirrin up
2 double cups and I don't feel nun
Don't stare at us make you fear sum
Around here we don't feed scum
Real niggas been eating other niggas man they been starving
They act like they don't need it but they ain't walking man they just crawling!
Don't benchpress
Only thing I push bagged up or up in a Parking
Flip a bitch on mattress flip my shits all up in appartments
Got a taste of that real life I don't like none of if but the money part
No need for a big pipe get you could get whacked with what's in glove compartment
They wanna check under my ski!
Then wanna check under my hood!
They wanna check under my hood
Liquor up to the Hook cuz
And it's lick her up like Backwood!
They wanna check under my ski!
Then wanna check under my hood!
My Hood
They wanna check under my hood!
Coming at you in your Palace
Put a bullet in my ballot
Like really
All your pussies looking jealous
Call that a cracker with jelly
I'm running shit up like I'm Barry
Breaking Sound barrier
Ice on the neck Siberia
Flow Superior
Come through barbaric
Boi don't f*ck up you'll get buried
Like
Who let the dawgs out? I cut off a leash
Come to the P I just pattern-repeat
My boi in the trap till the Patek Philippe
Don't stay in the party for too long
How you die tryna' pattern a jeet?
I'm in this bitch and I'm too loud
Sorry lil bitch gotta pardon my weed
You gotta pardon my weed
Talk a lot but you don't tote shit?
Told that lil bitch to just follow my lead
Bitches be mad 'cause I don't entertain
You own mistake if your swinging your chain
And they could do you for change
Metal in your face got you looking like Pain
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
They wanna check under my ski
They wanna check under my hood
Lick her up like a Backwood
And it's liquor up to the Hook cuz!
They wanna check under my ski
They wanna check under my hood
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood!
Liquor up to the Hook cuz
And it's lick her up like Backwood
They wanna check under my Ski
My Hood!
They wanna check under my hood
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Writer: Charles Monthioux
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