[Intro: Erica Bryant (RZA)]

Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya head straight)



[RZA]

Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight

Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate

Boostin' from the corner store, fuckin' 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)




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