[Max Minelli talking]
Fa show doe
Say Hap, I wanna let `em get a feel of my hood, though
Know what I`m talkin` bout?
Let`s do dat..
[Background Voice-Sped up sample; sounds like a small child/woman.]
Ooh la la la
Baby I`m so high
I feel like I`m in Paradise
Your lovin` caught me by surprise
You make me say oooh...
aaah..
I just wanna be with you
Be With just and only you
You make me say (Now, now make it Bounce, bounce)
[continues throughout song]
[Max Minelli talking]
Yeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hood
Yeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We be fuckin` the game up when we do it like this
I love the niggaz in my hood
Yeah, yeah. Know Wha`I`m talkin` bout?
Wan` take a walk though the hood with me?
Come on
[Verse One]
Come take a walk on the wild side, the nigga, foul side
They done shot up the corner, now none the children can go outside
That`s how they actin`
Now holla when you bout some jackin`
Boys spillin` them guts and they tryin` to wipe it up with napkins
Back in the game it wasn`t quite this tragic
Capture the magic, smokin` on somethin` up in traffic
I`m a step away from bein` psychopathic, tryin` to fall back
Beepin` the weedman, but he ain`t never call back
I`m a lifetimer liftin` weights away from being cock strong
But don`t let that get ya wrong, I know how to cock comb
I can make beef with ya, or make bread with ya
Duck a fed with ya
Say it with ya
Bust a head with ya
On the same block pops got the blues on
I`m a lil` homie done went to jail, but my shoes on
But I been hustlin` since I had Underoos on
Reppin` for my hood
I`m a fool `till the tombstone, tombstone
In my hood
[Chorus part 1: 2x]
Yeah, Yeah. In my hood
I love the thugs in my hood
I love the broads in my hood
I got much love for my hood
[Chorus part 2]
Yeah, Yeah. In my hood
Hah? Yeah. In my hood
In my hood
I got much love for my hood
Yeah, Yeah. In my hood
Uh, uh. In my hood
In my hood
I got much love for my hood
[Verse Two]
Say lil` man, let me tell ya what it feel like
What bein` real like
What grippin` wood wheel like
And packin` steel like
Then what duckin` the cops like
What bleedin` blocks like
What ridin` on chops like
And bein` out the box like
At the stoplight, not a worry in the world
Though we all grown up, we still boys and girls
I still hold my own
I`m well known, on a blow up phone
Makin` a deal with the Pope, tryin` to sew up Rome
I had to grow up wrong, but it`s safe to say
I stayed focused and I came up in a major way
Pay attention to what you do and all the thangs you say
I ain`t trippin`, I`m just makin` sure everythangs okay
Countin` days
Think I`m a dog in a two-man cage
I`m on a whole nother page
Gettin` smarter with age
If you want to retaliate, let me be part of the rage
We went from watchin` cartoons to countin` war wounds
In my hood
[Chorus p1 2x]
[Chorus p2 1x]
[Verse Three]
Nowadays
Everybody wanna be hard and say they real with that
But catch a case and they don`t know how to deal with that
Whatever happened to takin` your lick and takin` your trip
Scorin` all your work soft, then makin` it flip
Now niggaz tellin` on they homeboys, thinkin` they sick
You say you real nigga, be it, stop fakin` this shit
I got G, for niggaz growin` up on me
Smokin` too much weed then throwin` up in the street
A million and one ways to use thug in a sentence
Talkin` on the blow up phone with five thousand minutes
And it`s, nothin` sick about hustlin` hard
And a nigga can`t even pay you what you`re chargin`
And who would I be, to rap about money, jewelry, and cars
And it be grown women ill and children out here starvin`
Still lookin` up to God and I`m hopin` he pardon
My ways, because I gotta get it on like Marvin
In my hood
[Chorus p1 2x]
[Chorus p2 1x]
[Just the voice 4x]
Ooh la la la
Baby I`m so high
I feel like I`m in Paradise
Your lovin` caught me by surprise
You make me say oooh...
aaah...
I just wanna be with you
With just you and only you
You make me say
