Tales From the Hood — текст песни (Domino f Chill)

Chorus: Domino (repeat 2X)

I know it sounds bad, but it`s all good,
These are the tales, tales from the Hood
(Tales from the hoooood)
I know it sounds bad, but it`s all good,
These are the tales, tales from the Hood
(Tales from the hoooood)

(Domino)
Well it`s a Sunday night
And my hood shows bite
But the playas and hustlas know, we gonna gets that ass tonight
So we can roll out to the South
Can`t forget the strap, hell naw
Cuz ain`t no tellin` what`s right
When homies straight out for the jackin`
Now how many playas know about this
Toss out the weed from the pockets
Scopin` out the city streets
To find that freak for the week
Oh, uh

Chorus

(Chill)
Now these are the tales and you know it`s all good
It`s all the same it ain`t no change in every neighborhood, uh
Now back in the days when I was a scrub
My uncles had me servin` cavi, pushin` dimes to dubs
Now the dimes went to quarters, quarters, went to pounds
And all the fools knew the rules, not to step on our stompin` grounds
Cuz that`s when the pop-pop started to holler
You knew that death was always a hard thing for Mama to swallow
Jimmy cracks in the back, beatin` the Hell out his wife
He knew he was wrong, and then he was gone, so he took his own life
Now these a few tales that used to happen
I never said that it was dead because we kept it crackin`
And you know that

Chorus

(Domino)
Now times are so cold
In that damned ghetto
So some of the homies come up, come up, come up
Straight robbin` over liquor stores
Now why should I stay in the wings, when I can sell cavi in a cup?
Think it`s wrong if you would
But it`s all good in the hood

Chorus (2x)