Paroles de Hood Rats

Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate Boostin' from the corner store, f**kin' all them thugs, raw Suckin' on that apple head, wonder why your throat sore? Sittin' there, on welfare, head full of horse hair Baby-daddy dead, in jail or in a wheelchair But you don't seem to care, you just wanna wear Prada one-sided but can't afford a pair Up in your mom's lab, twenty-two, scallywag Snotty-nosed baby with the bootleg hoochie bag Gettin' your coochie ragged by an old sugar dad Dreamin' bout them things that you could of been, you should of had [Chorus: RZA & Erica Bryant (RZA)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get that swine up) Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat [Erica Bryant] Always wanna ball with shit, give back tomorrow's shit Throw up the sperm, sayin' you don't swallow shit Drinkin' out the bottle shit, claimin' you a model chick Prayin' to Gods, so you can hit the lotto, chick? [Outro: Erica Bryant (Doc Doom)] Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (The Black Knights! West Coast niggaz)