Hallway Productionz - Hood Mentality lyrics

[Intro: Keith David] The hood mentality is a crippling disease that attacks your nervous system It makes you nervous of the system Gangsters and hood rats are especially susceptible to this grown-stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am [Verse 1: Ice Cube] f** school n***a, I'mma be a dope dealer I'mma be a k**er, yep a urban guerrilla I'mma stack scrilla, yeah buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a f** that she look like "Thriller" Hit that sh** one more time and f** around and k** her Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh Steeler Black n***a draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these n***as smell, keep coming back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts cause she got to hustle I don't give a f** how my life go Now I'm a slave man to this caveman without Geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunning n***as down cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mister Mister Controversy Now I wanna beg for mercy, should have took my a** to Berkeley [Hook] If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the f** we supposed to change our reality? (Repeat x4) [Verse 2: Ice Cube] f** school n***a, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So f** that thinking, f** that thinking f** them Lincolns, I want Franklins Come back through here with my crew, I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool coming in your living room Starting point guard n***a, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my a** up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick (I wanna be like Pacman Jones), (I wanna be like Michael Vick) I wanna be like Barry Bonds, (I wanna be like O.J. Simpson) Leave this field, leave this prison Tell you motherf**ers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, moving all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like Broadway Joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few Bentleys, now I just ride a bike [Hook] [Verse 3: Ice Cube] f** school n***a, they ain't trying to educate me All they give a f** is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no f**ing elf No kid left behind but he get the runaround Can't you motherf**ers see that they trying to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, President is for sale He don't give a f** about a n***a, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's a** if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my a** kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a ho But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know sh**, then you can't work for me Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary [Hook]