Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood

This record goes out to all you fake ass

Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour

Put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto

And don't never come back

Yeah motherfucker, you can run, but you sure can't hide!

Deep down in the jungle with a crack to the throat

Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe

A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho

When anything goes for a little bit o'docey

Shit get cooked by thugs and crooks

With the knowledge of a scholar, but they don't read books

Every day is a chance that ya life might go

So today is a day that ya gotta get paid

Slang them ki's, make them g's

Do what'cha want, but ya sell what'cha please

But don't forget where you come from

'Cause when you do that you're done

Remember your niggas and bitches in the trenches

And dig into your pockets for some figures

When you get it goin', and you got it goin' good

You better bring back somethin' fo' da hood

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

LA County, what's goin' on?

1993 modern day Babylon

Peace to the niggas from the street

And rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep

Welcome to the fool, and he strikes when he's back

And the snake come around, go around and get ape

Top down, slipped on CO-run, they none

Every ceased cracked Caine ain't no fun

Black cop, white cop

Fuck the colour of skin, make sure he shot

Escape from a jail cell, split away from hell

And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells

Billy Boy takes the pictures, what! What's the worry?

Five-I-seven on my switch, we got out early

Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good

So get this stoob nigga for the hood

Get that nigga fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Get that nigga fo' da hood!

Get that nigga fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Get that nigga fo' da hood!

Them niggas ain't playin'

Them niggas ain't playin'

Them niggas ain't playin'

Them niggas ain't playin'

(What'cha gonna do when you get out of jail?)

Get that nigga fo' da hood

You must remember this if you're black and you're rich

One push come to shove, they'll take your shit

Martin Luther King didn't wear a diamond ring

But he had a dream to let freedom reign

My homie Red Foxx got played like blocks

Pick 'em up sticks, jacks and hop-scotch

Frustration, aggravation, there's no end to the situation

'Cause niggas need a place to meet, a place to sleep

A place to eat and rest they feet

But nobody really even gives a fuck

That's why so many niggas is maggot'd up, huh

You claimin' the hood, but you don't back it up

Fool! And when they catch your ass, they gonna fuck you up

So when you get it goin' and you got it goin' good

You better bring back somethin' fo' da hood

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker