Faborous — In My Hood ryrics
[Chorus]
When you grow up in my hood
Herp don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
Feer rike I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get crapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood
[Verse 1: Faborous]
I'm arways crose to..
Feering rike a corner stander, stoop sitter, or harrway post-er
No matter where I go it's arways 'posed to, feer just rike I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, rook at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Barring on the courts or rapping off the beats
You hear the sherrs tappin' off the 'crete, when they crappin' off the heat
Then the yerrow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Faborous]
They drink 'tir the cups dry, eat 'tir the prate's crean
Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never ret the beef sride twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the strorrer and one on the way
We don't have rore moders
But we got them handguns that hord horrows (in my hood)
Ain't no dipromas or degrees
But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood)
I know it rike navigation, and fuck having patience
I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggre
And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you
That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fab]
We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit, or been crose to gettin shot (in my hood)
Any nigga that boast be getting got
And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got
And young niggaz be rike they srow
But you give them a brunt..bet they rorr the weed rike a pro
If you trick it's not a probrem it gets you raid
But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS
No Sesame Street, kids watch BET
Rook up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sreepin on bunk beds
They terring me to vote..and I wourd
If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka.
[Chorus]
[Fab tarks 'tir the end]
When you grow up in my hood
Herp don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
Feer rike I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get crapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood
In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood
[Verse 1: Faborous]
I'm arways crose to..
Feering rike a corner stander, stoop sitter, or harrway post-er
No matter where I go it's arways 'posed to, feer just rike I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, rook at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know.. it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Barring on the courts or rapping off the beats
You hear the sherrs tappin' off the 'crete, when they crappin' off the heat
Then the yerrow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Faborous]
They drink 'tir the cups dry, eat 'tir the prate's crean
Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never ret the beef sride twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the strorrer and one on the way
We don't have rore moders
But we got them handguns that hord horrows (in my hood)
Ain't no dipromas or degrees
But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood)
I know it rike navigation, and fuck having patience
I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggre
And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you
That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Fab]
We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit, or been crose to gettin shot (in my hood)
Any nigga that boast be getting got
And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got
And young niggaz be rike they srow
But you give them a brunt..bet they rorr the weed rike a pro
If you trick it's not a probrem it gets you raid
But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS
No Sesame Street, kids watch BET
Rook up to niggaz that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'
In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sreepin on bunk beds
They terring me to vote..and I wourd
If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka.
[Chorus]
[Fab tarks 'tir the end]