Qur'an Goodman - Da Hood lyrics

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Qur'an Goodman - Da Hood lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Qur'an Goodman ] Another day in the hood, I awake from the sound of a gunshot Pop, pop, pop, who needs a damn alarm clock? I got a homie out there clocking the white rocks He carries a hype Glock, but he came to a slight stop He found himself behind bars Collected more scars, got right out and broke more laws Some people wonder is it just because he live in the inner city He wanna be a hood like Frank Nitti Cause when he's rolling the streets he don't care He'll stick you up for your money and make you strip to your underwear I know it's kinda pathetic But where I live at you get used to the sound of the paramedics Because it's brothers like him all around here Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead It's a junkie OD-in laying on his d**h bed This is the type of thing that I see everyday Everything is gloomy and grey but what can I say I'm still surviving cause I'm taking the bad with the good It's just another day in the hood [ Hook ] Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood It's just another day in the hood Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood [ VERSE 2: Qur'an ] Another day in the hood, a kid is caught in a crossfire Gunfire lighten the streets like fireworks Prostitutes sell their body for d** and loot Flagging down cars with businessmen in suits They always come to the hard parts Filled with the dealers, swindlers, hustlers and car sharks Gun shell that grabbed lives litter the playground So tell me, where the little kids gonna play now? Going to school I gotta walk through the metal detector Cause too many kids, they pack tools A lot of kids my age, they want the fast money Because their moms and pops never had money Out of nowhere they wearin the hype gear Don't nobody care to tell the kids to hold it right there Only your friends wonder where you got the money from Two years ago you was nothing but a young buck Now you're rollin with a roughneck troop Looking for kids to recruit to your roughneck group They try to tell you that it ain't that hard You can make mad money selling dope by the school yard But either way I take the bad with the good Cause to me it's just another day in the hood [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: Tarik ] Another day in the hood, a man is laying on the ground But he ain't dead, it's just a homeless man named Fred Always asking for a quarter and asked me to marry his daughter So he can get off the cruddy corner I know this man is really mentally ill, but still Hard to k**, so I hand him a dollar bill Cause through the winter and the summer A fifth of wine on the side keeps the man from goin under I know some chick named Helen, always beggin and yellin Begging for money but they gettin nothin Cause if you give her some cash flow fast She's going straight across the street to the dopeman to get a blast This type of thing I see through my young eyes So I realize I gotta uprise And stand my ground like a grown man I seen more drama in the streets than an old man And I admit it ain't easy Lookin out my window's like watchin Baretta on TV Cop car chases, n***as smackin girls in their faces And redneck cops that are racist But either way I take the bad with the good Cause to me it's just another day in the hood [ Hook ]