New Booty

New booty You gon' be somebody's sweet cherry pie down there You better come up here Shit, I ain't nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie You will when they pull a finger out ya ass Huh? [Chorus] The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard, but a little fruity Walked off soft, you's a new booty Walked off soft, he's a new booty When you hit the yard, you's a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty [Verse 1] I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie When he came home, he was soft as a cookie It's rules to this shit, it's in the gangbang booklet From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say And make sure your niggas is A-OK A1 from day one, I don't have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hood'll never take me under [Chorus] The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, you's a new booty Walked off soft, he's a new booty When you hit the yard, you's a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty [Verse 2] Notice how everything on the streets ain't in here Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here) Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown You can't trust him, him, her, or him either Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain't legal You see, I don't have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hood'll never take me under [Chorus] The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, you's a new booty Walked off soft, he's a new booty When you hit the yard, you's a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty [Verse 2] Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs 'Cause they'll be the last ones to bail you out But they'll be the first ones to sell you out Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout But me, I don't have to wonder You see, I came up in the hood so the hood'll never take me under [Chorus] The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him He came in hard but a little fruity Walked off soft, you's a new booty Walked off soft, he's a new booty When you hit the yard, you's a new booty You better have some guards, you a new booty Pull your pants up, young loc, 'cause you some new booty [Outro] Oh What the homies gon' say now? I'm somebody's bitch