Neck Of My Woods
Chamillionaire Lyrics


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(*talking*)

Ha-ha, hop in nigga (Southern Smoke)
Why you looking all scared mayne?
Loosen up nigga, ride with me

[Hook - 2x]
I'ma roll you, through my neck of the woods
Through the hood, hustling and living right
Grinding for a grand, pockets getting bigger
Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

[Chamillionaire]

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's matching the toes
The basketball players baby mamas, and actresses hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the master control
Make her park while you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the easy pass, as you pass through the toll
See the police ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go
See the fiends on the corner, itching and after the blow
You incognito, while passing that lil' package of dro
I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya trust in sir
The trees made that weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge with her
Never works, but still you try the excuses
The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So what if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and fall back
You gotta try to blend in, and get your car facts
Belt buckles swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor sto'
Get in, get the Black Magic and a sip of O.




J. ay, one thang before you hit the do'
Burning off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout Texas hoe

Overall Meaning

In Chamillionaire's song "Neck of My Woods," he takes the listener through his neighborhood, or "neck of the woods," and describes the experiences he has within it. He starts off by describing the car he's driving, a Cadillac with matching paint on the wheels ("4's"), and the kinds of people he sees on the streets - basketball players' baby mamas and actresses who he refers to as "hoes." Despite the temptations of the streets, he is careful not to get caught up in any illegal activities, as he tells the listener "I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer, I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya trust in sir."


Line by Line Meaning

Ha-ha, hop in nigga (Southern Smoke)
Chamillionaire invites someone to join Southern Smoke, the musical collective he's part of


Why you looking all scared mayne?
Chamillionaire asks the person he's inviting to hop on to relax and not be afraid


Loosen up nigga, ride with me
Chamillionaire encourages the person he's inviting to enjoy the ride with him


I'ma roll you, through my neck of the woods
Chamillionaire promises to take the person he's inviting around his neighborhood, a place he's very familiar with


Through the hood, hustling and living right
Chamillionaire intends to take the person he's inviting to visit different parts of the neighborhood, where people are working hard and earning money honestly


Grinding for a grand, pockets getting bigger
Chamillionaire highlights the hustle that people undergo in this neighborhood, in which they work very hard to earn money and improve their lives


Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga
Chamillionaire boasts about the spirit of the people in his neighborhood, who he describes as hardworking and resilient individuals from Houston, commonly known as H-Town


Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's matching the toes
Chamillionaire describes the car he's driving, which is a Cadillac with 4 wheels and the paint color that matches his shoes


The basketball players baby mamas, and actresses hoes
Chamillionaire makes mention of the presence of women who go after famous men like basketball players or actors, and how they are viewed in his neighborhood


No you can't be tripping, you got's the master control
Chamillionaire assures his passengers not to worry because he's completely in control of the vehicle, despite various obstacles and distractions


Make her park while you exit, from out the passenger do'
Chamillionaire instructs the person riding with him to have the girl sit behind the wheel and park the car, while he exits from the passenger's side


You roll with the easy pass, as you pass through the toll
Chamillionaire has an Easy Pass (an electronic toll payment system) and likes to use it to quickly pay tolls while driving around


See the police ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go
Chamillionaire advises his passengers to drive slow whenever they spot police officers around to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to themselves


See the fiends on the corner, itching and after the blow
Chamillionaire conversely warns the passengers about the people they might see on street corners who are drug addicts looking for their next fix


You incognito, while passing that lil' package of dro
Chamillionaire suggests that the passengers try to be discreet while passing around a small bag of weed


I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer
Chamillionaire is affirming that he's neither a drug dealer nor a drug user


I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya trust in sir
Chamillionaire assures his passengers to trust him as he will not divulge any confidential information about their trips or alleged activities to the police


The trees made that weed, what is you cussing fa'
Chamillionaire dismisses any cursing and blames nature as the origin of the weed they are smoking


It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge with her
Chamillionaire jokingly tells the police officers who are trying to arrest him for smoking weed to blame Mother Nature instead of arresting him


Never works, but still you try the excuses
Chamillionaire notes that people tend to make excuses that rarely work in order to justify their situations


The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
Chamillionaire warns that one can easily believe that all their work and hard-earned money collected could be taken away if they leave their fingerprints on an object or anywhere that they should not


So what if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
Chamillionaire encourages the people in his neighborhood to keep hustling and making money despite the risk of getting caught by the police


Fill up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Chamillionaire emphasizes that people in his community will resort to violence and aggression if need be to protect themselves, even if it means attacking someone with a jar of candy bars


Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Chamillionaire sees another fancy car, which he calls a slab, driving by


Do the math, recline in your seat and fall back
Chamillionaire tells his passengers to relax and enjoy the ride, as they calculate the numbers and fortune this neighborhood has to offer


You gotta try to blend in, and get your car facts
Chamillionaire advises his passengers to fit in with the locals and make sure they have the right information about cars or else they could draw unwanted attention to themselves


Belt buckles swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
Chamillionaire describes the fashion style and how people strut as they drive their cars in his neighborhood


I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor sto'
Chamillionaire intends to wash and wax his car ahead of visiting the liquor store, a cultural hub in his neighborhood


Get in, get the Black Magic and a sip of O.J.
Chamillionaire invites his passengers (or himself) to get in the store, buy Black Magic (car wax), and also have a sip of orange juice


ay, one thang before you hit the do'
Chamillionaire reminds them of one thing before they leave the liquor store


Burning off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout Texas hoe
Chamillionaire wants to leave the liquor store quickly and drive away from the area, emphasizing that people who are unfamiliar with Houston and Texas as a whole are going to have a tough time keeping up




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