How Deep Is Your Hood

[Verse 1: G-Len]
My hood is deeper than Atlantis
On tha profit prayin' like a mantis
Troppin' high poppin' guns, tha ones you can’t diss
With da vest on West cuz we iz scandalous
Tell ‘em where yo at, on da 9
All da time sippin’ on sum 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, Y'Gs & OG’s
Rollin' on Gold D’s and low-low hittin' threes
Stop countin all my homies on yo finger
You need a calculator & a secretary, number 1 click
Never secondary, knockin' out teeth so wait for tha Tooth-Fairy
Nigga this ain’t no fairy tale
I know my homies very well, emptin' every shell
So when you hit my hood, watch it and retell
Smoke and bomb-ass Nintendo, when we all came in
Don’t fuck with da killa-bees
I can make one phone call & In 5 mins
I can have this whole muthafucka full of g’s
Breakin' niggas til' their knees and they ain’t no Bee Gees
Makin' heads numb, you’s a deads 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, making lace
Ya hear thats my lil' homie Braze-a-Daze
Other crews swing or fuss, wanna hang with us
Bang with us, stroll down tha lane with us
Try to walk tha walk, talk tha talk, scream “WOOP WOOP!” like me and Hawk
Tha lil' homie Brazy, June rockin'
G-Sexx, redruM, Green Eyez, Big Wy
I’m a dawg incase y'all didn’t know, G-Len from Figue-muthafuckin-roa

[Chorus]
How deeeeep is ur hoood?
How deep is ur hood?
Awww yeahh

[Verse 2: Dogg]
I’m tha type of nigga not 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 a bitch
Before he hugged a bitch, freestyled his head and shoved a bitch
Pull a gun, “Everybody run”, FIRE, on Blood, big slug, slugged the bitch
No more shorty, one 40, servin' full of chronic postin on dotie
One bitch once told me: “Fuck 'em in tha head 'fore they fuck with tha bread”
Fuck these hoes, nigga get yo' bread
Stomach gettin' licka, that’s why all my shots aim for tha head
(To make sure all y'all muthafuckas dead, HAHA)
Hop out tha car, servin' again
Niggas on tha street, niggas in tha pen'
Love for tha street, learned tha game I'm on
16 months turn light, never go home

[Verse 3: B-Brazy]
Niggas mad cuz I’m fuckin' hoes
In a baggy suit nigga so fucked, you’re boned
I'mma roll with tha niggas that I know gone shoot
No tryna look cute with the gangstas slizzo’s
You nizzo, you should’ve came to tha hood
Tryna put it down in tha smoking car, tryna lay some homies down
But I see you turnin off at 104th, so of course I guns him down
Every round, hit tha lil' homie takin' him down
While he post up with tha 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' amazing 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!

[Chorus]
How deeeeep is ur hoood?
How deep is ur hood?
Awww yeahh

[Verse 4: Lil' Leak]
Niggas in my hood, bick back, smoke sacks
From tha block flippin' ?fiddedidi-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 front line
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 them
Matter of fact let's get to rushin' them
Nigga make a funny move, get tha UZ', take aim, start dustin' ‘em

[Verse 5: Dock-B]
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 it, 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?

[Verse 6: OYG Redrum 781]
Druggin' up em them P’s, killin' 'em C’s!
Please! Don’t wanna be these wigga westsidaz
CK ridaz, nigga with APG, B’s!
While wearin' a ?? 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!

[Chorus]
How deeeeep is ur hoood?
How deep is ur hood?
Awww yeahh