In The Hood
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
Ghetto rules are hard to understand
It's tough to survive if you don't know a man
Thug deep, ballin' through the urban sands
Ridin' solo, wheels at my command
It seems that ghetto dreams
Are deep in my mind as they just beam
I can see 'em in the distance like a light
Making me do the things that I do, it's alright
Stars down, ready for the sparkin'
Playa' on the scene, and you know I'm ghetto walkin'
I'm stompin', falling through a ghetto lock-in
Run up on my Glock, and you know it's ghetto talkin'
All my homeboys, yeah, they showin' much love
Like it's comin' down, from above
So I keep on pressin' with these ghetto dreams
Ghetto beams, and ghetto things
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
I'm flippin', and I'm fallin', and I'm kickin' so real
Everything is chill, lick reveal
It's amazing, matter fact, baller made
As I kick back, doin' this thing every day
But it's called... it's called R-A-P-P-I-N-G
And all my boys feel me
I ride with G's that I grew up with
And I ain't even trippin', it's a major lick
Them boys are all about they paper, and all about they cash
Movin' things quick, and movin' things fast
In this concrete jungle, as we're bumpin' these woofers
In six by nines, with the amp on this alpine
System heard for miles, and you know we ain't no haters
We stackin' paper every day
Ballin', shot-callin', and gettin' our way
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
Ghetto rules had me mad, but never sad
Planted in my head while I'm doin' a task
Thinkin' to myself, as the tape rewinds
"A player gotta stay deep on his grind"
I'm scoopin' up, one of them G's
We' bout to head downtown for a meetin' in the industry
The game of fame, and everything is so legit
In this thing, we ain't gon' never quit
My boy told me once "parlay and just play
In this thing that's real, for us to be made"
I dwell amongst tall buildings, a city slicker
Keepin' it cool, so I'm blowin' up quicker
I'm chillin' like that boy said to do
Keepin' it cool, movin' with the ghetto rules
And understand the ghetto wells
The ghetto rules, and the ghetto tales, yeah
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
Ghetto rules are hard to understand
It's tough to survive if you don't know a man
Thug deep, ballin' through the urban sands
Ridin' solo, wheels at my command
It seems that ghetto dreams
Are deep in my mind as they just beam
I can see 'em in the distance like a light
Making me do the things that I do, it's alright
Stars down, ready for the sparkin'
Playa' on the scene, and you know I'm ghetto walkin'
I'm stompin', falling through a ghetto lock-in
Run up on my Glock, and you know it's ghetto talkin'
All my homeboys, yeah, they showin' much love
Like it's comin' down, from above
So I keep on pressin' with these ghetto dreams
Ghetto beams, and ghetto things
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
I'm flippin', and I'm fallin', and I'm kickin' so real
Everything is chill, lick reveal
It's amazing, matter fact, baller made
As I kick back, doin' this thing every day
But it's called... it's called R-A-P-P-I-N-G
And all my boys feel me
I ride with G's that I grew up with
And I ain't even trippin', it's a major lick
Them boys are all about they paper, and all about they cash
Movin' things quick, and movin' things fast
In this concrete jungle, as we're bumpin' these woofers
In six by nines, with the amp on this alpine
System heard for miles, and you know we ain't no haters
We stackin' paper every day
Ballin', shot-callin', and gettin' our way
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
Ghetto rules had me mad, but never sad
Planted in my head while I'm doin' a task
Thinkin' to myself, as the tape rewinds
"A player gotta stay deep on his grind"
I'm scoopin' up, one of them G's
We' bout to head downtown for a meetin' in the industry
The game of fame, and everything is so legit
In this thing, we ain't gon' never quit
My boy told me once "parlay and just play
In this thing that's real, for us to be made"
I dwell amongst tall buildings, a city slicker
Keepin' it cool, so I'm blowin' up quicker
I'm chillin' like that boy said to do
Keepin' it cool, movin' with the ghetto rules
And understand the ghetto wells
The ghetto rules, and the ghetto tales, yeah
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
In the hood
There's no other place for me
In the hood
There's no place I'd rather be
Credits
Writer(s): Olandis Herbert Walker-jones
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