Goldie Mack- Chillin In The Hood {RP Song}

[Goldie Mack]

 

 

*Starts rapping at 0:03

 

{Chorus:}

Ohyeaaa.

Chillin in the Hood,

Chillin like a Crook,

Where it's all Good,

Ohyeaaa.

Front to Back,

Side to Side,

That's how i Ride,

Ohyeaaa.

Makin Pay all Day,

Now it's time to Play,

Kick back and Lay,

Ohyeaaa.

We Gangstas Rule,

Shinin like a Jewels,

Lookin so Cool,

Ohyeaaa.

 

{1st Verse:}

Lord Willin, i can make an honest Livin,

So i can live a life of just Winnin.

No attacks from the Villians, just Chillin,

Just made a Killin on the block, straight Dealin.

No haters in my mob, Set-Trippin,

Everybody at the park BBQ Grillin.

40's Sippin, Liquid Drippin,

40's Flippin for the homies that's Rippin.

Switches Hittin, Oldies Singin,

Gangstas shootin craps in the back, Bettin.

What they hittin foe? I'm Biddin,

Click Clackin guess what? My Dice Wins!

Sexy Lady's watchin us, Gigglin,

One of em staring me down, Grinnin.

Next thing ya know we in the bed, Kissin,

Rockin back and forward straight Pimpin.

But i don't trust no hoe so I'm Spillin,

Cuz Reproducin with sluts is hella Stupid. 

Them Nut Buckets wasn't made for Fillin,

They only good for is Lickin and Drillin.

Don't get me wrong, i loves Women,

Real Women i can trust with my Semen.

Fine as wine, Cookin and Cleanin,

Pleasuring me and raise my Children.

 

{Chorus:}

Ohyeaaa.

Chillin in the Hood,

Chillin like a Crook,

Where it's all Good,

Ohyeaaa.

Front to Back,

Side to Side,

That's how i Ride,

Ohyeaaa.

Makin Pay all Day,

Now it's time to Play,

Kick back and Lay,

Ohyeaaa.

We Gangstas Rule,

Shinin like a Jewels,

Lookin so Cool,

Ohyeaaa.

 

{2nd Verse:}

Just cuz im chillin don't mean im Slippin,

I don't leave my crib till i slap my Clip In.

I visits the Range all the time, Never Missin,

Ready to gun down anybody that's Dissin.

But i ain't tryina be a Demon,

I'm just tryina live a life without Sinnin.

And keep some food in my Kitchen,

While Spittin game for y'all that's Listenin.

See me i don't trip i stack my grip and Kicks It,

Can ya dig it? I'm tryina get a Mill Ticket.

With a mansion in the hills livin Legit,

With a fine wife and Kids Man.

See life ain't all about Bangin n Slangin,

Livin like that will lead ya rottin in Prison.

Or a early date with the Mortician,

Buried inside of a Casket, Stinkin.

[Stops:]

Edited October 25, 2021 by Goldie Mack