Hood Classic feat. CJ.Con - Single
[Intro: Shneaky]
Good morning Southeast Los Angeles!
This is Shneaky coming to you from Yung Papi radio
Bringing you the hottest track from Chris Carmona
Hood Classic

[Verse 1: Chris Carmona]
Six figures
Brown skin models
Me and my money bags
Rounding out the bottles

I'm rockin the tangibles
These honeys is animals
And lemme just say this first
I'm the greatest

All my fuckin homies clockin into they job
Grindin true to the dollar, never lookin to rob
If that muhfuckin boss stormin in with that noise
Get up right in they face, scream it loud for the boys
Aye, aye, aye

I'm the best, I'm the shit
I'm the, I'm the shit
No hay alguien mas mejor
Cuando canten español

I'm the best, I'm the shit
I'm the, I'm the shit
Encuentran me las hynas
Que me voy a cojer

Cuz I'm sneakin in to clubs
Always hella late
Mama’s sending prayers
Cuz I smoked before I ate

But I'm the youngest one around
Always counted out
Dedicate a finger
To the bitches missin out

That’s loud, woah that’s loud
Aya, muy bien, patras

SELA boi
Makey moves
Bell kid reppin
Movie makey
Brown Led Zeppelin
Climbing ranks
All the time
Look at me
What a mind
What of mine
Did you see
Look behind
You'll miss me
I choose you
To unsee (Yiiiif)

Skrrt skrrt on your lowered expectations
Now I'm in charge o' muhfuckin invitations
Them foos is lame and they know I'm the basis
Take it from me, spoken words from the greatest

22 with a muthafuckin Lexus
I'm 22 with a muthafuckin Lexus
I'm 22 with a muthafuckin Lexus
When I roll up bitches scream

"You can sex this!"

All my fuckin homies clockin into they job
Grindin true to the dollar, never lookin to rob
If that muhfuckin boss stormin in with that noise
Get up right in they face, scream it loud for the boys
I'm the best, I'm the shit
I'm the, I'm the shit
No hay alguien mas mejor
Cuando canten español

I'm the best, I'm the shit
I'm the, I'm the shit
Encuentran me las hynas
Que me voy a cojer

Cuz I'm sneakin in to clubs
Always hella late
Mama sending prayers
Cuz I smoked before I ate

But I'm the youngest one around
Always counted out
Dedicate a finger
To the bitches missin out

[Verse 2: CJ.Con]
Posted up outside with the broskies
See the paletero man, that’s the homie
Buck fifty for the corn and the bag of chips
Then I hit the liquor store get some 40’s

Never had the Pro Club with the 501’s
Never hit a tank of NOS, never shot a gun
Never rolled up to Potreros in Cudahy
Never sold any drugs but I still get paid

I pull up in the coupe 2 doors European
’06 salvage title but I’m still speedin
Got the dash lit, check engine light bugging
Still picking hoes up while my whip is junking

Man I’m handsome as fuck
I’m not afraid to admit it
Patron got me drunk
Lord knows I be sinning
I hustle from the jump
That’s how you know I be winning
And this is just a start
That’s how u know I ain’t finished, biiitch

I’m smart, I'm a genius
You wishing like a genie bitch
Never catch or see the kid
Ghost pro how I live

Never catch me resting
I’m up 25/7
Putting in the work
SELA boys yeah we FLEXING

I’m the, I’m the shit

I’m the best I’m the shit
I’m the muthafuckin shit
West side in this bitch
From the West we legit (Woah)

[Outro: Chris Carmona]
I’m on my rap shit
Fuck ya tracklist
I put my friends on the map
Thats a fact, bitch

I’m on my rap shit
Fuck ya tracklist
I put my friends on the map
Thats a fact, bitch