Mac Dre - How Yo' Hood? lyrics

Rat-tat-tat [ VERSE 1: Mac Dre ] I grew up in the Bay Area, around a gang of robbin and shootin Looked up to legends like Felix Mitchum, Huey P. Newton And Todd Shaw a/k/a Too $hort Blowin big hashis with dank that'll make you choke Young Mac Dre, causin major damage Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich Grown, gone, on bomb seed that's hemp Hound for potential prostitutes who need a pimp But now I'm bendin corners, fresh out Taradas Chokin on roper in the back of the Nada Drinkin that snake bite, Yukon jack And boy, I ain't ride without my strap Cause them cutthroat bandits will split yo wig In the streets of k**afornia, ya dig? It's goin down, dog, I'm in your town, dog Got to let your peeps know how I clown, dog In the end get it, comin with that blackhand sound You thinkin I can't clown? Let me put my mack hand down [ CHORUS ] [ k**a ] How yo hood look? [ Dre ] It's full of gangsters, fool How yo hood look? [ k**a ] It's full of gangsters, son You can catch me on the Eastside, doin my thing [ k**a ] Or you can me in New York, boy, it's all the same [ VERSE 2: k**a ] I'm from the Eastside, where the thugs, they shed blood for nothin After the club you get it in your mug if you frontin We g**n, it's just that our slang's a little different Aim a little different, spit game a little different Got in with the Mexicans, pricin them things a little different Same kinda crooks, but we cook up bricks a little different Them old school Chevrolets, our Six Range a little different Y'all gats and guns the same, but we blow brains a little different Them drive-by's, we walk-by's, some die a little different Lie a little different, testify a little different Y'all trees ain't got seeds, y'all beez a little different The d's is different, my pee's a little different Y'all sell bricks, we break it down, get cheese a little different Y'all hate narcs, we hate cops, we eat a little different Y'all got strips, we got spots, our blocks a little different It get hot a little different, fools get knocked a little different When the feds came, yo Dre, they took the whole block to prison My man pops was snitchin, his face chopped in Clinton If you got change and the gear hot, then switch spots, get missin Yo hood ain't no different, my hood ain't no different [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3 ] [ Dre ] In my neighborhood everybody thuggin Hoodrats steady gettin dug in Fools buggin, mean-muggin Later on you seem em noggin [ k**a ] Dre, I play my hood all day Seen a fool get k**ed in broad day Thugs get money from the hallway 2 for 5, the tall way [ Dre ] Ghetto slang, ghetto game We all just doin that ghetto thang Run around totin them metal thangs Really, homeboy, it's all the same [ k**a ] Yo hood is like my hood, son Anywhere you go thugs pullin guns Gangbangers, ghetto birds Yo hood is like my hood, ya heard? [ Dre ] Me and k**a finna leet you know How to put a lick down and get some dough >From yo hood to Mexico Cause it's all about that paper, though [ k**a ] Put me up with Vallejo hoe That puff on hay, stay on the low Dre got work, 800 to 0 Eastside thugs make money, you know? [ Dre ] I don't care where we at Just as long as we keep smokin fat Get a fifth of Hen and hopin that Everybody wanna stay chokin, black [ k**a ] I told you, Dre, our hood ain't changed Thuggin em well, slingin em things Fools rock Rolies and diamond rings Respect the game, our hood's the same [ CHORUS ]