ฟังเพลงGrowin Up in the Hood

Growin' Up in the Hood - MC Eiht

Wake your punk a*s up

The MC eiht's back in the mutha****ing house

Kicking the straight gansta s**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*s 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 s**t so I bones the hell out

And roll wit the pack of wicked mutha****as

No shorts are taken we're down black brothers

A little n***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 n***a's up to no good

Growin' up in the hood

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

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nutting but b***hes 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 mutha****a

Always strapping eager to peel 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 me ain't no good

Growin' up in the hood

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

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

Nuttin but b***hes and money

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

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

I'm ready to peel 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***hes

Task force trying to roll deep

But I'm playing these punk fools cheap

N***as 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*s sons of b***hes

I found them before I kill

'Em I said you f**ked up good

Got ta handle that growin' up in the hood

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

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nutting but b***hes and money

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 my 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*s 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 d**n that ain't good

Growin' up in the hood

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

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I f**ked take no s**t from it sure

Compton is the city that I claim

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

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I f**ked take no s**t from it sure

Compton is the city that I claim

City that I f**ked take no s**t from it sure