| Yeah | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| Come on | |
| They give us guns and drugs | |
| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs | |
| They wanna count the slugs | |
| Then come around here and fuck with us (Uh huh) | |
| They give us guns and drugs | |
| Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs | |
| They wanna count the slugs | |
| Then come around here and fuck with us | |
| I'm from the land of the gang bang | |
| Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed | |
| It's the same ol same | |
| Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien | |
| I cock and aim, clinically insane | |
| To deal with this bullshit day to day | |
| If I sell some yay or smoke some hay | |
| You bitches wanna throw me up in pelican's bay | |
| Call me an animal up in the system | |
| But who's the animal that built this prison | |
| Who's the animal that invented lower living | |
| The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons | |
| Thank god for Sugarhill | |
| I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grill | |
| Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids | |
| How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz | |
| It's boyz in the hood, it's toys in the hood | |
| Y'all wanna know why there's noise in the hood | |
| Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood | |
| Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood (For real) | |
| Cause when niggaz get tribal | |
| It's all about survival, nobody liable | |
| I got caught by five-oh | |
| Grandmama came to court with her bible | |
| But when the judge hit the gavel | |
| Now I'm too far from my family to travel | |
| I just came unraveled | |
| Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled | |
| Owned by C.A, State Property | |
| Just like the year fifteen fifty three | |
| Looking for me, a one-way ticket out | |
| Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out? | |
| (Damn) I can't take the pressure | |
| Pulled the fo-fo up out the dresser | |
| Grabbed the weight up out the closet | |
| Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it | |
| Y'all know what happened last time I lost it | |
| Can't tell you niggaz what the fuckin boss did | |
| The game got a nigga exhausted | |
| Gotta go for the big bargain they offered | |
| Twenty years for what? | |
| Breaking these laws that's so corrupt | |
| Taking these halls and fillin 'em up | |
| Some powder cake shit that's about to erupt | |
| Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck | |
| Until the year two thousand, what the fuck? | |
| In the hood, don't press your luck | |
| Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| ... ... | |
| Stop trippin on it | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| Every hood's the same | |
| ... ... |