You motherfuckas, who thought when a nigga got a nickel in his pocket, he wouldn�t come back and get a quarter bag of chips with you
-Jewell-
Mmm..../Hmm..../Heeeeey ...
(Represent yo, represent yo hood)
-Bizzy Bone-
I said now baby come on, somebody�s watchin� me, clockin me, trying to get in my pockets, your better bet is the lottery/I can make it, don�t bother me. I don�t stay for the dollar, but here�s the Rueger �fore I swang with it (You are going too fast)/In my H-double-O-D hood, seen my wood grain, and when I hang in the hood, bang, i�ma blow them brains out, �cause God like everyday thangs/Ain�t shit �fore a nigga came out, prayed that you thought I never played out, sittin� with my shotgun and the rounds, aboard the spot, mr. mo murda, thugged out, will money mount?/Nobody can die now, then again that pile, snatched so many firearms, when the hood finds out, they gon� ride out �fore that bitch can get to trial/Heavy with little E, glock glock in my drop top Chevy/Oh, plenty of artillary stocked, killin� me, feelin� me, run at the mouth to make figga/Headed to Cleveland, breathin� heavy
-Chorus-Jewell-Borsinic-
Represent yo ... represent yo hood.
Represent your hood, at the same time, at the same time, try to make that money, yeah/
Represent yo hood, represent yo hood/
Represent your hood, you gotta keep it real, you gotta keep it real/
(California)
Gotta make that money, yeah/
Represent yo hood, represent yo hood
-Jewell-
Give it up for your hood to represent, but don�t waste no time to get the ends/Money made can�t fade, will fake to win/Gangbangin� onto his nigga, fuck friends/Smack game, wants to cause a catashtrophe, haters is after me, not watchin� for the niggas who blast for me/Sho Shot got love in these sick streets, on top of everything �cause I bring heat/I catch wreck when I flex, what�s next, breakin� necks when I�m stealin� the reps/West bangin� on the sets �cause a nigga�s correct/It ain�t where you�re from, it�s where you at/It�s all about the west side, and every hood is the best side, California where the shit rise, where the game lies, so i�ma show all you suckas how to hoo-ride/And i�ma give it to you, heated with game, we represent no sanity, my hood ain�t never mad at me/Those who wanna be down with mad me, gotta automatically handle the game tactically
-Chorus-
-K.F. Klik-
Everytime that I represent the hood, the croud, they wanna get high as the palm trees/Visualize this life right next to the movie screen in sunny Cal with the bomb weed/Growing up in the spotlight on a hot night, where the heart of the cops and the stars beat/Naturally I wouldn�t trade the world for being born and blessed up in the S.C. Stayin� true at the barbeque, we still puttin� into what we love to do, and been thru. We ain�t mad at you, now get the revenue/Got your name and your hood on your tattoo/Somebody got at you with the quickness, at the picnic from a crew called Ward Sick/Well, it might have been Bizzy Bone,Juel,Sho Shot, when the fool don�t misrepresent/In case of emergency, we leave your whole clique bergundy, certainly for the currency/And real urgently we represent for the century, the neighborhood anniversary for eternity, for the next centruy
-Chorus-
Recorded for the K.F. Klik album Gangsta Khemistry
