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conversations.value: Write me a song called Stay Hood with the following description: Waka Flocka Flame is getting back to basics after the disappointment of Triple F Life: Family, Friends And Fans by dropping this new record called “Stay Hood” with Lil Wayne.
  Waka rejoins his long time partner in production, Lex Luger, for this album off of his new mixtape Duflocka Rant 2. This mixtape will be dropping 2/5/2013 and will supposedly be followed up by a new album, Flockavelli 2.
  While Triple F Life sounded a lot more mainstream, “Stay Hood” is exactly what it sounds like. Lex Luger’s dark and dangerous production is back in full force after taking a back seat to Southside as a part of 808 Mafia.
  This is the second time this year that Waka and Weezy have worked together on a record after joining Diddy, Hit-Boy, Britney Spears and will.i.am. on the remix for “Scream And Shout.”
  Source: HipHopWired Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
  Uh (Bow)
  See, y'all niggas don't know
  (Ay, no, we hear this shit, just let that shit go)
  See, I'm flowin', right, man? I like the flows to rock, man
  (Turn the fuck up, man)
  Arrogant-ass motherfucker
  (You know that I set shit off)
  I'll fuck it up
  Can't tell me shit (Waka Flocka)
  [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  See, I'ma stay hood 'til the day that I die
  Yeah
  'Til the day that I die
  I'ma twist this weed, my nigga, let's get high
  Yeah
  I said I'ma stay motherfucking hood 'til the day that I die
  Phantom Ghost, no rims, nigga, that's just how I ride
  I come from the hood where you don't testify
  Take murder with no tears off in your fucking eyes
  [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
  All my niggas ride where I come from
  Ain't no fair ones, nigga, fuck you thinking?
  Have a fuck boy Pacquiao planking (Sleepin')
  'Til the loud got plain, too, drinking (Gas)
  50K for a show, no popping (Flex)
  Spit izzle to a dumb bitch ears (Okay)
  Broke niggas can't talk like this (No)
  Rolex on my main bitch wrist (Flex)
  Blood bottoms on a young nigga boots (Br-r-rap)
  Looks like I just stomped a nigga out (Pussy)
  Get your man down, nigga, lights out
  (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
  Shoot at your ass, what that mouthing about? (What?)
  He ain't tough no more, what's happening? (Happenin'?)
  Outside your mama house, what's brackin'? (What's happenin'?)
  Popping mollies like Tylenols and Aspirin
  Geeked up, pulled up, hyena laughin' (Hahaha, Flocka)
  Them boys ain't real, stop acting like us
  In the squad, I bust, get cheese like crust
  I'm the only motherfucker that I really trust
  In a bad bitch's guts – always
  Counting money like always
  Getting money from three ways
  I could never, ever see no rainy days [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  See, I'ma stay hood 'til the day that I die
  Yeah
  'Til the day that I die
  I'ma twist this weed, my nigga, let's get high
  Yeah
  I said I'ma stay motherfucking hood 'til the day that I die
  Phantom Ghost, no rims, nigga, that's just how I ride
  I come from the hood where you don't testify
  Take murder with no tears off in your fucking eyes
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Hollygrove in this motherfucker
  I'm tired of all these bitch niggas
  These motherfuckers like Robitussin
  I'm rolling up with my bitch, nigga
  As a matter of fact, she roll it for me
  Swisher Sweets, swish, nigga
  Hit that shit like an open jumper
  Rest in peace Li'l Beezy
  I wish my nigga could see me now
  Motherfuckers better king me
  I'ma walk around wearing Jesus' crown
  These niggas just pussy
  I'ma let that chopper eat 'em out
  Dead body in the bushes
  Well, that's the bush you don't beat around
  Beat your ass with my skateboard
  Weed loud like it make noise
  I'm on them trees like acorns
  My cellphone going napalm
  Guns sound like bass drums
  Young Money drum section
  Psycho ward, nigga. 1-7, Tunechi [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
  See, I'ma stay hood 'til the day that I die
  Yeah
  'Til the day that I die
  I'ma twist this weed, my nigga, let's get high
  Yeah
  I said I'ma stay motherfucking hood 'til the day that I die
  Phantom Ghost, no rims, nigga, that's just how I ride
  I come from the hood where you don't testify
  Take murder with no tears off in your fucking eyes