Nezakh Abdel - Tha Hood Lyrics

I was just a little boy, with grown-up dreams of grown-up toys
My people always thought I'd go real far
But, way before those piles of cash
The streets that raised my creole-ass
Made sure i don't forget where I come from

My story starts in "Fisherville", I grew up in "Goosport" and then "Tha Ville'"
Moved back to "Greenwich Terrace" before too long
We went from stolen bikes to stolen cars, all my hommies either dead or behind bars
I served up fiends from Evans St. Park

Every hood, every city, and every ghetto place I've been
Reminds me of my days back in Lake Charles with my friends
Them days were fun, don't forget where you from
Lookin' back, lookin'back, lookin' back

Remember watchin' them Cougars and Injuns fight
Cruisin' by the Civic Center on Sunday Nights
Eatin Balls Fried Chicken before it turns sunlight
Granny's sellin' them pickles and Kool Aid Cool Cups
Yellabone shorty's with thick 'ol big buts
You betta get it how you live or you will starve

Mi Fi Mi stompin' on tha yard, DUKE Psi Phi, and them Wild Bunch Boys
Man them Lake Charles brotha's will surely pull your card

Every hood, every city, and every ghetto place I've been
Reminds me of my days back in Lake Charles with my friends
Them days were fun, don't forget where you from
Lookin' back, lookin'back, lookin' back
Them days were fun, don't forget where you from
Lookin' back, lookin'back, lookin' back