H.O.O.D. Lyrics

Song	H.O.O.D.
Artist	Masta Ace
Album	A Long Hot Summer
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	作词 : Clear, Donati
	Yea, goin' out to the H double
	That's for you, you, and you
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	(Wherever I go) Listen
	And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
	(And everyone knows)
	[Verse One]
	As I travel through various towns and strange places
	I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
	The game races and cats try to catch it
	Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
	Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
	There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
	The hood's like a sitcom
	Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
	Young cats be sellin' the rock
	Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
	But desperate times call for desperate means
	It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
	Only take one bad apple to poison the good
	This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
	And wherever I go it's the same as home
	It's the H double O D the name is known
	[Chorus]
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	(Wherever I go) Listen
	And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
	(And everyone knows) Listen
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	(Wherever I go) Listen
	And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
	(And everyone knows)
	[Verse Two]
	They got wild and rough blocks where it's hard to trust cops
	Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
	That kid was a fine scholar
	Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
	Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
	And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
	They keep hoping that they number coming
	They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
	Old ladies keep they purse in the front
	Cuz them fiends on the prowl it's the first of the month
	And you still feel good when you there, yup
	And you know you in the hood when you there
	They got one in every spot on the planet
	And if you wasn't raised there you prolly can not stand it
	Some call it the hood I'm calling it home
	And there's love feel it all in my poemwhat they got?
	[Chorus]
	[Verse Three]
	H dot O dot O dot D
	Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
	Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies
	Or fifty other spots that are just like these
	Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
	Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
	Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
	Where some so broke they're not used to breakfast
	Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too
	D.C. feel me, I can tell they do
	When will it change? Never I know
	And I see the same things wherever I go
	[Chorus]
	[beat stops]
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people

	zuo ci : Clear, Donati
	Yea, goin' out to the H double
	That' s for you, you, and you
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows
	Verse One
	As I travel through various towns and strange places
	I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
	The game races and cats try to catch it
	Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
	Whether it' s slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
	There' s bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
	The hood' s like a sitcom
	Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
	Young cats be sellin' the rock
	Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
	But desperate times call for desperate means
	It all seems so simple when you' re just a teen
	Only take one bad apple to poison the good
	This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
	And wherever I go it' s the same as home
	It' s the H double O D the name is known
	Chorus
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows Listen
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows
	Verse Two
	They got wild and rough blocks where it' s hard to trust cops
	Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
	That kid was a fine scholar
	Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
	Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
	And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
	They keep hoping that they number coming
	They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
	Old ladies keep they purse in the front
	Cuz them fiends on the prowl it' s the first of the month
	And you still feel good when you there, yup
	And you know you in the hood when you there
	They got one in every spot on the planet
	And if you wasn' t raised there you prolly can not stand it
	Some call it the hood I' m calling it home
	And there' s love feel it all in my poem what they got?
	Chorus
	Verse Three
	H dot O dot O dot D
	Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
	Whether P. R., D. R., or the West Indies
	Or fifty other spots that are just like these
	Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
	Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
	Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
	Where some so broke they' re not used to breakfast
	Oakland know what I mean, L. A. too
	D. C. feel me, I can tell they do
	When will it change? Never I know
	And I see the same things wherever I go
	Chorus
	beat stops
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people

	zuò cí : Clear, Donati
	Yea, goin' out to the H double
	That' s for you, you, and you
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows
	Verse One
	As I travel through various towns and strange places
	I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
	The game races and cats try to catch it
	Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
	Whether it' s slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
	There' s bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
	The hood' s like a sitcom
	Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
	Young cats be sellin' the rock
	Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
	But desperate times call for desperate means
	It all seems so simple when you' re just a teen
	Only take one bad apple to poison the good
	This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
	And wherever I go it' s the same as home
	It' s the H double O D the name is known
	Chorus
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows Listen
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
	Wherever I go Listen
	And they won' t change, ever change, can' t change, don' t change
	And everyone knows
	Verse Two
	They got wild and rough blocks where it' s hard to trust cops
	Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
	That kid was a fine scholar
	Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
	Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
	And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
	They keep hoping that they number coming
	They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
	Old ladies keep they purse in the front
	Cuz them fiends on the prowl it' s the first of the month
	And you still feel good when you there, yup
	And you know you in the hood when you there
	They got one in every spot on the planet
	And if you wasn' t raised there you prolly can not stand it
	Some call it the hood I' m calling it home
	And there' s love feel it all in my poem what they got?
	Chorus
	Verse Three
	H dot O dot O dot D
	Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
	Whether P. R., D. R., or the West Indies
	Or fifty other spots that are just like these
	Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
	Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
	Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
	Where some so broke they' re not used to breakfast
	Oakland know what I mean, L. A. too
	D. C. feel me, I can tell they do
	When will it change? Never I know
	And I see the same things wherever I go
	Chorus
	beat stops
	They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people

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