[ Featuring Ice Cube ]
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we f*ck wit thugs,
They want to count the slugs,
Ain't come around here and f*ck wit us,
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we f*ck wit thugs,
They want to count the slugs,
Ain't come around here and f*ck wit us,
I'm from the man wit the gang-bang,
Since I was little ain't a god damn thing changed,
Its the same old same,
On some bad shit like Saddam Hussein,
Cock and aim, clinically insane,
To deal wit dis bullshit day-to-day
If I sell some yey, smoke some hay,
You bitches wanna throw me in Helekin's bay
Call me an animal up in the system,
But who's the animal who built this prison,
Who's the animal who invented lord-livin',
The projects?, thank god for Russel Simmons,
Thank god for sugar hill,
I'm puttin' a different type of steel up to my grill,
Yall know what it is, here for ya home kids,
How these lil' niggas takin' over show-biz,
[Chorus]
There's boys in the hood, there's boys in the hood,
Ya'll wanna know why there's noise in tha hood,
Cause there's guns in the hood, drugs in the hood,
Nigga killed the blood and the crips in the hood,
Cause when niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from my family to travel,
I just came unraveled, came to the d.a. before I got daffeled,
State my c.a., state property, just like the kid 15-53,
Lookin' for me, a one-way ticket out,
Don't know whats so hard to figure out,
[Chorus]
Damn, I can't take the pressure, pulled the fo-fo out the dresser
Grabbed away, out the closet, popo comin' but I'm scare to toss it,
Ya'll know what happened last time I lossed it,
Can't tell you niggas what the f*ckin' boss did,
G-game got the brother exauhsted, gotta go for the the big bargain they off it
Twenty yea's fo' what, these laws are so corrupt,
Takin' these halls and fill them up, some politicin' shit they bout to erupt,
This shit is horrible stuff, until the year two thousand-what the f*ck,
In the hood don't press ya luck, cause these motherf*ckers will set you up,
Word up
[Chorus: x2]
