The police, the ambulance gonna be coming for your ass nigga, the song, D .B .G., D .B .G.,
I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude problem, I got a
attitude problem I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude problem.
I'm so blue. I'm from the hood, nigga, I'm so blue. I'm from the hood, I'm so blue.
I'm from the hood hairin' on a cat. Yo kurz nigga, shine like a stud.
You would if you could blast ay ass like, beat them down in they hood.
Hey, if it's all good, I'm my own man, understand, understood
Yeah, in Atlanta, kill a n***a, hit bulls in woods
Chop him down, lay him down, fillet the party
Lettin' you and yours know, to fuck everybody
So don't stare, don't glare, I be fightin', ain't fair
I'm sharper than a diamond with no glare, no flare
I got the whole club yelling, let's clear
My attitude get worse when there's smoke in the air
You're unaware, we the only one in the cardiac room
So, who gives a fuck about your bloody attitude?
Our speakers got an attitude, my bass key warmin'
I'm down for Swiss beets, smart
I got an attitude problem, I got an attitude problem
I'm so rude, I'm from the hood
I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude problem, I got a attitude
I'm so hood, I'm from the hood, I'm so hood, I'm from the hood, hey, I'm so hood
And I get rude, fuck you and your dude, knock your ass right out of your shoes
Cause I done paid my dues, my attitude's crude, and the words are HOV
Whenever a barber is spinning, you niggas, you catch feelings
I can predict your niggas from the beginning to ending
I mean buggin', I keep buggin', ain't nothin' funny about it
They claim you're from the hood and you're rude, I doubt it
I'm back at it, I'm feelin' it never before
What you expect, nigga, when I walk through the door?
With that hardcore mentality, street tactics that actually
Ain't nothin' in your motherfuckin' hood but cappuccino
Kaboom!
Mass, I'm supposed to take offense, spray you down, fuck your respect
Blow up the set, three cups
Throw my set in the air, we in the hood, do a dance
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I'm so rude, I'm from the hood
I'm so rude, I'm from the hood
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I'm so rude, I'm from the hood
I'm so rude, I'm from the hood
You ain't from my hood
This anybody killer
I drink O .E., straight raw liquor
Blow torchin' and scorchin' garlic horse bitch in the flame of death
I gotta attitude problem so what you expect?
Head ref, where I go? Motherfucker say damn
That nigga dance straight, talkin' up the program
I am who I am, nigga, bruised body to slam
Especially when that motherfuckin' thing go blam
The whole crowd's in the stereo, clearing out the area
You want war, I'll take you to war, cause I ain't scared of ya
I'll blow up your motherfuckin' brains, I hope you think right
Blaze up the cushion, get right before daylight
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I'm so rude, I'm fuckin' good
I'm so rude, I'm fuckin' good
I gotta attitude problem, I gotta attitude problem
I'm so rude, I'm fuckin' good
I'm so rude, I'm fuckin' good
