Mistah F.A.B. - What Yo Hood Like lyrics

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.] Yo, where I'm from you hustle hard or you don't get it I couldn't tell you 'bout the block if I didn't live it I couldn't tell you 'bout the curb if I didn't sit it 'Bout it, 'bout it all my life, there was no limits In my PJs for 3 days with texts in the wall Middle finger to the cops having s** with the law I know the phones getting tapped, all my texts and calls But I never let the D.A. get the best of me, no Man can you picture that? Oakland be the city where I'm living at Where k**as going difference that if they get you then you get them back Youngsters 10, see me getting high, sipping Henny yeah 23, parting with new Benz and the brand new 'lac I wasn't s'posed to make it, thanks Raegan, I survived Reagan Mama's getting high, playing Dr. Dre, blazing chronic Mama hooked on crack, never spent a day in phonics Drinking tonic, chasing dreams, homie I was playing Sonic [Hook: Mistah F.A.B.] Where you from cuz? Represent yo sh** Where you from blood? Represent yo sh** Where you from son? Represent yo sh** Where you from kid? Represent yo sh** Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums? [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yeah, a lot of dogs don't bite but all of 'em bark loud I need you to understand we under a dark cloud I'm staring my thoughts out, your mouth can't be in if Your heart's out, see the blue suits with the narks out Slid in hell, get a cell, pick a coffin b**hes is f**ing, n***as is pillow talking They gon' k** him, you better get 'em off him When it come to the millions, n***a we get 'em often Hated on by n***as that can't get right Late night, dice games and pit fights Shoot outs that started off as fight fights Thinking 'bout my n***as that ain't here on this night We ain't crazy We just thorough bullets like Carson Palmer to Fitzgerald Yeah I know we still smart, we just ghetto This Y.O. Yonkers, n***a, the six borough [Hook: Mistah F.A.B.] Where you from cuz? Represent yo sh** Where you from blood? Represent yo sh** Where you from son? Represent yo sh** Where you from kid? Represent yo sh** Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Yo what your hood look like? How your hood look? Is your hood full of gangsters and hoodlums? [Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.] Gangsters, hoodlums, k**ers, convicts Rottweilers, pitbulls, cats and nonsense Old show boxes, pulling them blue trims We got the Tims off, glued like glue sticks You ain't give this city some hope, now it's a city of dope If you ain't pushing Europeans, they consider you broke It ain't no mystery, my city lost identity But with a couple bars let me break down the history We built this city off rock and dro Pimping hoes, V&V, 2Pac and show Now the streets corrupting innocent and make a move Militant through diligence, get shot over a millicent Eating Scooby Snacks, pop a vitamin Got Heineken, Robert China men, just to shine again Got to rehab to get back out, hit the grind again Pete Rock, do I gotta mind 'em man [Outro: Mistah F.A.B.] Where you from cuz?