Plies – Pants Hang Low lyrics

[Intro - Plies Talking:] Aye, man, muthafucka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?) Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthafucka and told him I'm from the hood and that's how shit go [Chorus - Plies:] I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go, nigga [Verse 1 - Plies:] I'm from the home of goon, city of the choppas If you ain't 'bout that life, you don't want no problems If you sweet and I know it, fuck it gone rob ya Want straight yappas, fuck with no revolvers Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer Last two cases, faught both charges In the hood, couple rules that you must follow If you don't then, slugs fill your body Want my paper, get my shawty Hustle all day, try to ride big body Been with three dope boys, hood call her garbage Will I still fuck her, I don't know, yeah, prolly Just a hood nigga with a lot of swag shawty Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40 Been labeled a goon, that's what the hood call me Stay in the hood, 'til I die homie, that's regardless [Chorus - Plies:] I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go [Hook - Plies:] Say I'm too hood, I might be I don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me I don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga [Verse 2 - Plies:] This where you find the most snitches, and most guns Got four little parnters right now, on the run Half of the city felons, Other half got warrents Club stay swole every first of the month If you ain't got fire, you better not stunt Hood cut throat, can't even front Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk No shirt, pants saggin' with big charms If it ain't top of the line, I don't want that blunt Geeked in the trap, come through the front Jack boys ridin', tryna find what they want Balled last night, 4 g's what I spun Before you fuckin' wit me, better take his lunch 'Cuz, if you get behind me, then I'm gon' punch 554's under the hood, will run 'Cuz I'm from the hood, and this is how it done [Chorus - Plies:] I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood) I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low) So, you better not play with my dough 'Cuz if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low) I'm from the hood and that's how shit go [Hook - Plies:] Say I'm too hood, I might be I don't give a damn what you think about me Say I'ma goon, that's me I don't give a damn what you think about me, nigga [Outro - Mannie Fresh talking:] Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen You're now listenin' to the ghetto music And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge, Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah Good night ya'll Explain Request ×

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