Growin' Up In the Hood (Explicit)

Growin' Up In The Hood - Comptons Most Wanted

Wake your punk a** up

The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf**king house

Kicking the straight gansta sh*t for teh 9-1

You know what I'm saying yea

Growing up in the hood yea boy 1984

Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store

A little hard head kid came abade

Time to pay my dues learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same a** story

Mom's treat me like she don't even know me

But my younger brother's got much clout

I can't take this sh*t so I bones the hell out

And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf**kas

No shorts are taken we're down black brothers

A little ni**a wit no problems at all

F**ked up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking

Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping

But watch out 'cause a little ni**a's up to no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but b**ches and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nutting but b**ches and money

I got hard times and realize ?(skate) sometimes I wonder

But it just seems that the hood could took me under

Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing

Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting

Community trying to shut me out

But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout

Wit the cluckers the brother back street punk suckers

Try to break me out fool you be a short muthaf**ka

Always strapping eager to peal a cap

I set up a trap put your foot to a nap

'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law

So watch me take 2 to your jaw

Don't enter my hood homeboy

Not a robocop a robogansta ready to destroy

I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but b**ches and money

Where I'm at if you're soft you're lost

Nuttin but b**ches and money

1987 I'm back on the scene out of jail I'm legit

And I'm f**king up sh*t

I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap

And I heard that my hood was making snaps

As I precede to make my riches

Just like the neighborhood kingpin pimp and all these b**ches

Task force trying to roll deep

But I'm playing these punk fools cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast it didn't work

I seen the bullets flying and fool I hit the dirt

Bullets fly through the window

Hits my brother down goes my mother

As I'm rolling I'm hitting my switches

Looking for the punk a** sons of b**ches

I found them before I kill 'em I said you f**ked up good

Got ta handle that growin' up in the hood

Yea-a-a-a

A brother's on the run I've got a hand in my stash box

Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks

And my face is like a household name

Everybody warns their kids about the d**e game

But I'm still makin gmy profit

And the one time just can't stop it

So I keep hiding my face

No time to waste they got me on the chase

Now the neighborhood's on my line

'Cause some punk a** fool had drop the dime

5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock

Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock

Out the backdoor freeze I heard a shout

Am I sho' yo I guess I got no clout

But it's murder one I'm the victim damn that ain't good

Growin' up in the hood

Where i'm at if you soft you lost

Compton is tha city that i'm claimin city that i'm from take no sh*t from chump compton is tha city that i'm claimin

Where i'm at if you soft you lost

Compton is tha city that i'm claimin city that i'm from take no sh*t from

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