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"Where the Hood At?" is a song by American rapper DMX, released as the lead single from his 2003 studio album Grand Champ. AllMusic stated "The anthemic lead single, 'Where the Hood At,' is precisely modeled after previous DMX rallying calls like 'Ruff Ryders' Anthem', 'What's My Name?', and 'Who We Be.'" Rolling Stone described the song as "an exhilarating dose of fight music." Analyzer powered by Essentia.js and Essentia models, licensed by. Key & BPM for Where The Hood At by DMX. Also see Camelot, duration, release date, label, popularity, energy, danceability, and happiness. Where the Hood At Song MP3 Where the Hood At (Re-Recorded(Explicit)) - DMX Written by：Earl Simmons/Franklin Crum/Antonio Hardy/Eric Serrano/Kaseem Dean/Darrin Dean Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Have that ni**a in the cut where the wood at Oh them niggas acting up Where the wolves at You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood where the hood where the hood at Listen free to DMX – Where The Hood At? (Where The Hood At, Ruff Ryders' Anthem and more). 3 tracks (). Discover more music, concerts, videos, and pictures with the largest catalogue online at Last.fm. Only know how to be one way, that's the dog. I know how to get down, know how to bite, bite. Bark very little, but I know how to fight, fight. I know how to chase a cat up in the tree. man, i'll give you cowards the business for messin wot me. ay you crazy! [Chorus x2] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that n____ in the Partnervermittlung Für Akademiker Und Singles Mit Niveau. Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Man, cats don't know what it's gonna be Fuckin with a nigga like me, D-to-the-M-to-the-X Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin sex, with the same sex I show no love, to homo thugs Empty out, reload and throw more slugs How you gonna explain fucking a man? Even if we squashed the beef, I ain't touching ya hand I don't bunk with chumps, for those who been to jail That's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps I don't fuck with niggas that think they broads Only know how to be one way, that's the dog I know how to get down, know how to bite Bark very little, but I know how to fight I know how to chase a cat up in the tree Man, I give y'all niggas the b'iness for fucking with me, is you crazy?! Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Once a song, I come through, guns is drawn Blam blam, lungs are gone, sons will mourn From dusk till dawn, nighttime belongs to the dog On the street passed midnight, look for 'em in the morgue Don't play with these cats cuz I ain't got nothing to say to these cats For the mothers that really do love em, please pray for these cats Cuz I know niggas is hardheaded but I ain't got the patience Don't want me havin no patience turn into more patients More trips to ICU cause I see you Tryna get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (RIGHT HERE) See them niggas? (RIGHT WHERE?!?) GET EM BOY! (RIGHT THERE) That's how we do... (AIIGHT THEN) This is for my dogs, this is for my dogs YO, WHERE WE AT BABY?!? (CREEPIN THROUGH THE FOG) From then till now, don't ask me how Know that we gon roll like them niggas and hit every block on the job Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that I get tapes doing times, stomp niggas like grapes making wine Five CD's with mad rhymes Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lying You really wanna stop niggas from dying? Stop niggas from trying I cuz I ain't really got that time to waste And I thought I told you to get these fucking bums out my face Looking at you in your grill, I might be nice to cut Once I split ya ass in two, you'll be twice as butt Yeah, you right, I know ya style: pussy, cause I'm fucking it Since we all right here, you hold my dick while he sucking it Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me Shove ya head up ya ass, have you seein shit clearly Never heard that D be running, cause D be gunning I beat my dick and bust off in ya eye so you can see me coming Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind And if they get me with the joint, they hit me with a three-to-nine Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas acting up?!? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you go'n pull that Tekst piosenki: [Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be riding through the 'hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told you before Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up In The 'hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy Niggas'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin' We winnin' [Chorus] [50 Cent] Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood a few times, niggas try to blast me in the 'hood Fuck it's all good Catch me in the coupe - on the lean Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house Now homie, you better get to know me better Before you be bleedin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better" Look dogg, I don't play that shit I pull that thing out I'ma spray that shit That how I get down [Brooklyn] Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood 'Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood That's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hood Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya Brooklyn to Compton it's all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood [Chorus - 2X]

where the hood at tekst