Dame Grease - My Hood lyrics

[Production by Dame Grease] [Cam'ron: Intro] You do what you do where you live I do what i do where i live That's what makes me n***a, and that's just the way it is n***a Uhh, k**er, uhh, Grease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh k**er, family n***a, yo, uhh, k**er, uhh, yo yo yo... [Cam'ron: Verse 1] {​​​​:28}​​​​ Where I'm from kids get it hectic But get arrested but get respected Piss infested, dislexic Take caution money, for extortion money Girls fake it just for abortion money Honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like Evian Type a sh** my n***as get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby gone The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms Have you relocate, like KD Kong Crazy don, crazy cons girl f** Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on? One chick told me give her a loan sh**, only thing i leave you is alone Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya [Hook]{​​​​1:09}​​​​ My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), d** (d**!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... Yo yo yo [Cam'ron: Verse 2] {​​​​1:30}​​​​ Now it's gangs out here Cats pa** we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin Look out y'all, here the paddy wagon Cops or punks, hit em with the pump n***a wanna front, k**er give 'em what they want Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk Eat ho heat low k** slow like mosquito Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say "Ching chang maka halia" Yeah, sh** like that! Get my gat, click my clack Cam's k**in' this, i write for n***as Am i a vantriloquiste? Ya feelin' this, n***as pump ya krills ta dis Be careful, Harlem World will get this [Hook] {​​​​2:12}​​​​ My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), d** (d**!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... Yo yo yo... [Cam'ron: Verse 3] {​​​​2:38}​​​​ Cats wanna talk sh**, i don't throw back trash at 'em I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pa** at 'em They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em Cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy Got it for sale And i don't run the crack spot Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop One of the have-nots to brick money Then i came thru in the six yummy Ya whole click sick tummy But be carefull, out in this game Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry Got k**ed like a b**h hair; curled and dyed [Hook] {​​​​3:20}​​​​ My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), d** (d**!) What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'... {​​​​repeat x2}​​​​ [Outro] {​​​​3:38}​​​​ Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty We love y'all, Dip-Set, k**er Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!