50 Cent - Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood)
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Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood) by 50 Cent, Music Lyrics and Video
Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood) is a single from 50 Cent's DJ Drama-hosted mixtape "The Lost Tape", which was released in May of last year.
The record is produced by Slimm Gemm and the video is directed by the rapper's frequent collaborator Eif Rivera.
50 Cent - Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood) Video
50 Cent - Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood) Lyrics [Chorus] I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2] [Verse 1] I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder On the phone with my connect should last about an hour I need work, I repeat, I need work. My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked' When no money coming in is when the guns come out Why the d's wanna sit in front of my momma house, You know it's sort of like some shit you seen in a flick Black nine extended clip as long as my dick They say I'm grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga Don't take it personal, it's just how I grind nigga Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man Ebony enemy today I'm tryin' to duck I got that hover I heard it'll make you kill a motherfucker (don't stop girl) I mean you gotta feel it man She bob and weave up and down you'd be like ?I could just kill a man? I don't fuck with them niggas from her projects They're on section eight but niggas cars are straight They ain't out in the day time them niggas roaches I don't stop down there if I ain't got the toasts' I'm in the six four five hard top, not the drop Leanin', I see them niggas schemin', dream on Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would I'll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood. [Chrous] I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2] [Verse 2] They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck Around the same time niggas spot start gettin' stuck I say ?I ain't know none about nothing' I'm on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin' I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin' me kisses You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn I'm starting think you can't trust nobody I hold my own strap, they ain't gotta hold that for me And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie Man since her cousin in a car crash died She said ?don't drink and drive', I say ?just drink, don't drive' I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions That's the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen When I say I'm straight, I mean I'm straight Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (hey) I'm hood, I'm so hood, I'm ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]