Artist: Lil' Keke f/ Big Pokey, Mike D Album: Heart of a Hustla Song: All Hood Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) That's right ok, Don Ke the H-Town legend Big Pokey, triple see that's what it is this how it do [Chorus] It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love) It's all hood (hood), it's all love (love) It's all hood (hood), it's all love My block to your block, you fucking with a real thug [Lil' Keke] Herschelwood repping my block, this shit gravy A hundred deep floating them thangs, just like the Navy Gangstas out here showing me love, I'm feeling good Like a youngster out here selling them stones, I'm in the hood I'm repping, 7-13 and still mean Screwed Up Click still doing it big, and on the scene Like a beast, from the South to the East it's no stopping The rag off, rolling the drop them hoes bopping I'm clocking and getting this cash, I'm just a thug Ain't no playing, when I'm fitting that plug it's all love Don Ke the H-Town G, we spitting heat Getting paid and I'm staying on feet, in these streets [Chorus] [Big Pokey] Got a key note for the bread, bitch I'm a hauler From the South all the way to the West, we get to mañana Fo' do' I'm up in the Porsche, I'm bout to peel off And I just copped me a cruiser, ripping the seal off They say the West weed, that's the best weed They say this tool'll wet a nigga, like he jet ski'd It's all good, my block Scott block Play games, and get your motherfucking top dropped We some hood niggaz, it's jumping in here It's Yellowstone Herschelwood, got company here I stay ready, like one in the chamber Nigga stay in your lane, 'fore you run into danger [Chorus] [Mike D] It's Boss Hogg Corle', king of the drank game Run it back from Cali, like a dog but for the coach mayn Cardier aviators, navigating the Navigator Eye touch remote, ass sitting on alligator Blue gems cooling baby, laying on my chest Yapping on that iPhone, bout to cash a check Can't believe I went legit, shoulda did it ten years ago But story space is full of cases, threw me for a loop though Part about it gorgeous, twenty five at a time Ol' simple ass niggaz, ya'll just make words rhyme This shit I really live, shoulda warrant fed time But the laws show me mercy, it's my destiny to shine cause uh [Chorus]