Lyrics:
Locs got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime
Another young nigga with a attitude
I guess that's why them crackers kept me after school
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Hood 111 Hood111
Born in the 90’s hood ward 111
No 23 1st cross, biggest plot
Walking out with
away from ham like Abraham, Lord I follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother
Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!)
Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy
You holdin me back for - go!
I -
to get by like wow
Ash trip game near nigga like ah
This is moving up for that slice and the pie
In the hood you try to turn the back so good times
Get
Thinkin' situated, if I could just get to a book
Go to Texas, grab a hook and put that bass in the hood
Bitch, I got weight in the hood, I'm up in rank in
to rule
Younger frame, older state of mind
Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89
When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's
Put it in
top
Sittin' right there in the middle by me
I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss
Man, just gotta get goin'
Where the night might lead
I know what I was
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make
and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from nine to five
Workin' nine to five, what a way
trapped in the plan designed by another side
I ain't contributing to genocide (why?)
'Cause I'm colorblind
Niggas in the hood ain't changed
And I've
sentence
(It was ten years)
But I really did it (Fuck)
I was on a mission
In my hood we used to go on low missions
(That's referred to as a gangbang)
Clapped
If Your Dads In The Hood
Not Bad Meaning Bad, But Bad Meaning Good Good Good
[Slakah:]
Lady, Somebody Shot Up The Place Right By
Where I Work And I
ever since I was a kid
On my red dirt bike, and my blue Texan
Spend a lot long summer nights
With the hood out in the satellites
Ain't the kind
could gave a F*** what the media gotta say about me
N**** I ain't got no motherf***ing english
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherf***er
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block I still
[Ice Cube]
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
mother, motherfucker
Niggas know my name, did I stutter?
Niggas know me, man, I keep it one hunna
I'm a stunna, Hood by Air for the summer
Toast to the Gods
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
Mighty Bay and Number9 again
Mighty Bay and Number9 again
Yeah We on that Hood Shit that Hood Shit
What's in my cup never muddy
Mighty Bay
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years
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