^Intro This whudd I'm talkin' bout right here Ross Just make da shit work a while, my nigga Triple C's ^J-Rock All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood ^{Verse 1} What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months, now I'm trynna git a block F*ck football I'm goin' down anotha path Couldn't pass Da test, To tell da truth I couldn't f*ck with math I did git a shcolaship, but I blew dat Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes Git life on ya cell phone Quarta ki box of soda, Ross whip dat Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with dat Had to pull my pants up Boi git 'em brands up Daddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance ta Tell him all my plans ta, let em' f*ck a danca Smokin' weed in Amsta-Dam, with his grandson (Damn) Why he passed on me (On me) My last hommie (Hommie) I went and bought a bird (F*ck) I want some cash hommie ^J-Rock All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood ^{Verse 2} I neva wrote a nigga coat tail Made her took a dope sell F*ck it nigga, o wells Smokin' on dat classified Rollin' in dat Lac' of mine Know my mind stay numb to da world half da time Thinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was f*cked up Found him in da trunk with anotha dude, f*cked up Da world f*cked up, dat's why I'm f*cked up Don't git f*cked up, f*ck with me - you f*cked up Bitch I'ma ride (Ride), bitch I'ma die (Die) When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib The grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's) I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do And boi 'em thangs move Fishscale git da big mail In da room full of work In case they came when they inhale ^J-Rock All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood ^{Verse 3} It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin' Like Martin in Aston, Martin When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit Black navigator flew Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smooth Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow I hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a ho' White Beamer in da hood shinin' like a star Look this half a ki go to da club and I'ma buy da bar Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nites Promise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fight Hundred in da bag 5 birds I'ma grab Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half Bakin soda in da work works wonderful You see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da Truth ^J-Rock All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans Lil' ice up what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good F*ck dat I'm gettin' outta hood