Hood Shit
Lil' Wayne And Juelz Santana Lyrics


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As I kick back and relax
Shorty head in my lap
In the back of the Bentley
Getting head in the back
And she ain't got a head from a nap
So pushin on her head from the back
Give me that
Up and down, down and up, give me that
Laffy Taffy came on
She give me head to the snaps
She make me like the song, she wrong
She bout action, bout work
She suck dick like a vacume suck durt
I'm a quick picker upper
Cause she quick to pick me out
Quicker than a nigga tell her
Pick the nut up
Now let me tell you bout this 6 shot Roogger
That I keep for you busters if you twitch
I shoot shit i'll buck ya, I'll bang ya
Move ya like a dead car battery
Trust me, boost ya, no car cables
I'll hang ya, like a coat in the closet
No coat on the hanger
Just hanging in the closet, boy
I could just leave you where
You stand, or I could just
Shoot you in the end
Meet you where you land

I came to rep my hood, I gotta ride clean
I gotta smoke good
I'm ballin on big, fancy cars like Suge
I ain't gotta explain
What's already understood
Baby, I'm a G, I'm just tryna get more
I'm hot as 3 80, keep it warm like wool
Niggas talkin shit, I wish a nigga would
Boy, smellin like shit, from a bull, boy
I gotta lot, but I could never get enough
Man, the 26 inches got the Lolo sittin up
Mack could fix it, so you need to hit him up
Rocky Marsiano, I beat the pussy up
You not a Saprano, pussy nigga, get fucked
Hit a nigga from a hundred yards away
You really ain't prepared, dog, chopper
Split your ass in half, not even share ya
That's the game, stop lookin for a fair call
Pussy cat niggas
Watch you cough up a hairball
Lookin at niggas, like why you scared, dog
Chopper rip you apart, doesn't cut hair, dog
These niggas Aerosol, soft shell Taco
Move in the Farari like a wild
Horse, or in my case, a mob boss
Feel my swagger, nigga
I'm walkin round with a chopper and a dagger
You play with me, faster
Pop pop, don't play with me, Casper
Duct tape, don't play with the rapper
I send it to m whole, they goin cut it faster
Bitch, make me bitch
If not, make me cum, then make me twist
Bitch, blowin these dice, make me bitch
Watch me grip my whole hand on the 8 or 6




The 5 or the 4 or the 10 or the 9
Hey lil rapper, it's fighting time

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Lil' Wayne and Juelz Santana's song "Hood Shit" depict a braggadocious and explicit narrative from the perspective of the artists. In the first verse, Lil' Wayne describes a sexual encounter with a woman in the back of his Bentley. He highlights her skills and enthusiasm in oral sex, comparing it to the popular song "Laffy Taffy." The lyrics emphasize the artist's pleasure and satisfaction with the experience.


Moving on to the second verse, Lil' Wayne shifts the focus to a more aggressive tone. He mentions keeping a 6-shot Ruger handgun to protect himself from potential adversaries who may try to harm him. He paints a vivid picture of the consequences if anyone were to threaten him, claiming to shoot and "buck" them. The lyrics display a confidence and willingness to resort to violence when necessary.


The chorus of the song represents a typical hip-hop theme of loyalty and representation of one's neighborhood. Juelz Santana expresses his pride in his hood and his desire to showcase success and wealth. He mentions riding in fancy cars and smoking high-quality marijuana. The lyrics allude to his status and reputation in the streets, emphasizing his affiliation and credibility within his community.


In the final verse, Juelz Santana continues the theme of aggression and dominance. He boasts about his possessions, including a luxurious car with 26-inch rims. He mentions his ability to fix and modify cars, highlighting his connections and resources. The lyrics convey a fearless attitude towards his enemies, suggesting that he is capable of violence and harm.


Overall, the lyrics of "Hood Shit" primarily focus on themes of sex, violence, and street credibility. They convey a sense of power, confidence, and street loyalty often associated with the hip-hop genre.


Line by Line Meaning

As I kick back and relax
I am taking it easy and enjoying myself


Shorty head in my lap
A girl is giving me oral pleasure


In the back of the Bentley
We are in the luxurious backseat of a Bentley car


Getting head in the back
Receiving oral pleasure in the backseat


And she ain't got a head from a nap
She was not asleep before giving me head


So pushin on her head from the back
I am guiding her head with my hands while she performs oral sex


Give me that
I want her to continue doing what she's doing


Up and down, down and up, give me that
I want her to move her head up and down, pleasing me


Laffy Taffy came on
The song 'Laffy Taffy' started playing


She give me head to the snaps
She continues to give me oral pleasure in sync with the song's beat


She make me like the song, she wrong
She is skilled at performing oral sex and it arouses me


She bout action, bout work
She is enthusiastic and skilled in giving head


She suck dick like a vacuum suck dirt
She sucks my penis vigorously and effectively


I'm a quick picker upper
I can quickly become aroused and ready for sex


Cause she quick to pick me out
She can easily arouse and excite me


Quicker than a nigga tell her
Faster than a man can ask her


Pick the nut up
She is skilled at catching and swallowing semen


Now let me tell you bout this 6 shot Roogger
Allow me to introduce a gun I have


That I keep for you busters if you twitch
I have this firearm ready to use against any potential threats


I shoot shit I'll buck ya, I'll bang ya
I will shoot and harm anyone who provokes me


Move ya like a dead car battery
I can manipulate and control you like a powerless car battery


Trust me, boost ya, no car cables
Believe me, I can give you a boost of energy without any external help


I'll hang ya, like a coat in the closet
I will suspend you, just like hanging a coat in a closet


No coat on the hanger
There is no other clothing item hanging beside you


Just hanging in the closet, boy
You will be left hanging, metaphorically


I could just leave you where
I have the option to abandon you


You stand, or I could just
I could simply shoot you


Shoot you in the end
I could shoot you fatally


Meet you where you land
I'll make sure you are killed where you fall


I came to rep my hood, I gotta ride clean
I am here to represent my neighborhood, driving in a clean, well-maintained vehicle


I gotta smoke good
I have good quality marijuana to smoke


I'm ballin on big, fancy cars like Suge
I am living a lavish lifestyle, driving expensive cars like Suge Knight


I ain't gotta explain
I don't need to justify myself


What's already understood
It is already clear and known


Baby, I'm a G, I'm just tryna get more
I am a gangster, and I am striving to acquire more wealth


I'm hot as 3 80, keep it warm like wool
I am on fire like a .380 caliber pistol, and I maintain my success


Niggas talkin shit, I wish a nigga would
If someone disrespects me, I am ready and willing to confront them


Boy, smellin like shit, from a bull, boy
You are reeking of lies and deceit, like cow feces


I gotta lot, but I could never get enough
I have plenty, but I am always seeking more


Man, the 26 inches got the Lolo sittin up
The car's large rims elevate the vehicle's appearance


Mack could fix it, so you need to hit him up
If your car needs repair, contact Mack to fix it for you


Rocky Marsiano, I beat the pussy up
I engage in vigorous sexual activity with women


You not a Saprano, pussy nigga, get fucked
You are not a real gangster, so you should be ignored or disrespected


Hit a nigga from a hundred yards away
I am skilled enough to shoot and harm someone from a great distance


You really ain't prepared, dog, chopper
You are not ready for what's coming, my firearm (chopper) will surprise you


Split your ass in half, not even share ya
I will harm you severely, not even sparing you


That's the game, stop lookin for a fair call
This is how things work, don't expect fairness or justice


Pussy cat niggas
Men who act weak and submissive


Watch you cough up a hairball
I will witness you struggle or choke on your own lies


Lookin at niggas, like why you scared, dog
Observing people and questioning their fear or timidity


Chopper rip you apart, doesn't cut hair, dog
A gun will inflict severe harm, not simply trim hair


These niggas Aerosol, soft shell Taco
These men are weak and easily crushed, like a soft taco shell


Move in the Farari like a wild
Driving the Ferrari recklessly and with great energy


Horse, or in my case, a mob boss
In my situation, I am like a powerful leader or boss of the mob


Feel my swagger, nigga
Experience my confidence and style


I'm walkin round with a chopper and a dagger
I am armed with a firearm and a knife


You play with me, faster
If you provoke or challenge me, I will react swiftly


Pop pop, don't play with me, Casper
I will shoot and harm you, just like Casper the ghost


Duct tape, don't play with the rapper
Handle the rapper (me) with caution, like you would duct tape


I send it to my whole, they goin cut it faster
I send my music to my crew, and they will edit it more quickly


Bitch, make me bitch
Influence or manipulate me, woman


If not, make me cum, then make me twist
If you cannot manipulate me, then please sexually please me


Bitch, blowin these dice, make me bitch
Woman, blow on the dice for good luck, manipulate or please me


Watch me grip my whole hand on the 8 or 6
Observe how I handle and control the dice, specifically an 8 or 6


The 5 or the 4 or the 10 or the 9
I can handle any of these numbers when rolling the dice


Hey lil rapper, it's fighting time
Hey, young rapper, it's time for a confrontation or fight




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@lilbit2765

Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
As I kick back and relax, shorty head in my lap
In the back of the Bentley, getting head in the back
And she ain't got a head from a nap, so pushin on her head from the back, give me that
Up and down, down and up, give me that
Laffy Taffy came on, she give me head to the snaps
She make me like the song, she wrong
She bout action, bout work
She suck dick like a vacume suck durt
I'm a quick picker upper, cause she quick to pick me out
Quicker than a nigga tell her, pick the nut up
Now let me tell you bout this 6 shot Roogger
That I keep for you busters if you twitch, I shoot shit
I'll buck ya, I'll bang ya, move ya like a dead car battery
Trust me, boost ya, no car cables
I'll hang ya, like a coat in the closet, no coat on the hanger
Just hanging in the closet, boy, I could just leave you where you stand, or I could just shoot you in the end, meet you where you land

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I came to rep my hood, I gotta ride clean
I gotta smoke good
I'm ballin on big, fancy cars like Suge
I ain't gotta explain what's already understood
Baby, I'm a G, I'm just tryna get more
I'm hot as 3 80, keep it warm like wool
Niggas talkin shit, I wish a nigga would
Boy, smellin like shit, from a bull, boy
I gotta lot, but I could never get enough
Man, the 26 inches got the Lolo sittin up
Mack could fix it, so you need to hit him up
Rocky Marsiano, I beat the pussy up
You not a Saprano, pussy nigga, get fucked
Hit a nigga from a hundred yards away
You really ain't prepared, dog, chopper split your ass in half, not even share ya
That's the game, stop lookin for a fair call
Pussy cat niggas, watch you cough up a hairball
Lookin at niggas, like why you scared, dog
Chopper rip you apart, doesn't cut hair, dog
These niggas Aerosol, soft shell Taco
Move in the Farari like a wild horse, or in my case, a mob boss
Feel my swagger, nigga
I'm walkin round with a chopper and a dagger
You play with me, faster
Pop pop, don't play with me, Casper
Duct tape, don't play with the rapper
I send it to m whole, they goin cut it faster
Bitch, make me bitch
If not, make me cum, then make me twist
Bitch, blowin these dice, make me bitch
Watch me grip my whole hand on the 8 or 6
The 5 or the 4 or the 10 or the 9
Hey lil rapper, it's fighting time



All comments from YouTube:

@newbornrodeo

That long ass pause between Juelz and Wayne is almost as classic as the verses

@Elsacee

They don’t make music like this anymore 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@JoshuaCruz-ho2jd

You can hear the barz 🤣😂 these dudes had stuff to say #whathappenedtorap

@adamblake2614

Still one of the hardest songs in 2023

@theringoreport9430

JUELZ WAS KILLING LIL WAYNE MOST OF THIS FIRE 🔥 COLLABORATION ESPECIALLY ON THIS SONG RIGHT HERE...!!!! FACTS FAM👌🏿

@griffgarris0n

This song goes harder than anything out right now? Am I the only one who thinks this?

@qhawesithole8129

Even Right now besides that Wayne Mama Mia

@23IBD

This is probably Lil Wayne’s best verse in my opinion.

@blazekabera1865

WAYNE FUCKEN MURDERED THIS SHIT

@masonlochlan8389

I guess Im asking the wrong place but does any of you know of a way to log back into an Instagram account..?
I was dumb lost my password. I would appreciate any help you can offer me.

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