Interlude (Hood Love)

Shit sometimes you know A girl just want that hood type of love Ya feel me That riding through the streets Leather seats laid back Black and mild, smoking that good gas Blowin out the windows That speaker bumpin That 90's Jamz thumpin Finger on the trigger She got that liquor running through her veins Looking for trouble I'm talking bout that hood type of love Ya feel me That good type of hood love... I like it when he cop an attitude Imma cop one right back (F*ck you taking about nigga) He's the only nigga imma ever let slide like that Cause he gone always stay strapped And he know I always got his back As we riding smooth through the city Gun loaded loaded Cocked and ready Might stop and get some liquor We might rob 'em while we at it Feenin like two addicts Fuckin up the scene in our designer jeans Like Bonnie and Clyde My ride or die Always down to slide Hit a lick, pick up the bricks Flip the block then we on to the next city In our '97 chevy Green rolling (Green rolling) Engine roarin (Engine roarin) Liquor pourin (Liquor pourin) Let 'em know...the crew in town We got that hood love Hood love Hood love That good love Good love Good love We got that hood love Hood love Hood love That good love Yeah Im your Bonnie Bonnie Bonnie B, B, Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie You're my Clyde, Clyde, Clyde, Clyde Im your Bonnine Bonnie Bonnie B, B, Bonnie, Bonnie You're my Clyde, Clyde, Clyde mmm....let's slide