Plies - Pants Hang Low Lyrics

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[Intro - Plies Talking:]

Aye, man, muthaf**ka 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

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[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

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