niggaz, know I used to be a young nigga I used to pop off to prove I ain't the one nigga B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns niggaz This before I finally
growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled We put haters in the past like time travel That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory I need prayer
gone try to do me today Nothing but backstreets for me cause I don't need a vacation Looking for front run up that seem the only compensation The hood
And that Lamborghini liftin the stash, even gettin the mass While some haze to mix with the hash, whattup [Verse 3: J-Hood] Pass that blunt nigga! I'm in the hood
in his mold, So when the story is told let it be said I refuse to fold, I only fold bread, I stood for the best, I owed no debt, I represent the hood '
[Dr. Dre] You in the office of the good doc again, let's walk again It's like clock again, the hood rock again You should pop it in,ain't take it out
daddy around before you tore off in his car? here you are running in these dirty old streets tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth got the 'hood
I get Pots of gold Kidergarden teacher knew I was impossible Gots to grow dick quick To cock the hoe Evil breed We smoke weed without seeds Do dirty
prepare for this struggle Stay in them trenches hella dirty, grit and hussle. [Chorus] Ain't nobody ever gave me nothing I'm on my own, I was down and dirty
sweet Think positive k-nowledgement k-cypher complete So you can be an architect design appartments and shit Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in
and some shit? ..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something f-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some
world Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that'll make your toes curl [Ghostface Killah] Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story Love, your boy Tone
take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
it's how you win it I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic For those about to rock we salute you The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we contribute
like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa'
gon say he sold drugs but kept going to jail He wasn't doing right cause life wasn't going well I'm gon tell a story, ghostwritten by Sean Bell Detective
This for my sisters and brothers, this world a dirty hustle [E.S.G.] Now I don't care where you at, you find a Martin Luther King Just like every hood