In My Neighborhood (street remix)
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In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
I like to walk around my hood and smoke the dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees, is that slangin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken-down wooden fence
A nigga didn't have brains 'cause he smoked sense
Or sess or whatever you wanna call it
He got the task on his ass, better haul it
Fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Dropped the kibble on the ground, now he's lookin' hard
Will he keep suckin' or will he cease and just forget the hit?
Or pull a jack move and let the nine clip?
I'm in the cut late night about 12 o'clock
I see some brothers bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black 'Vette
Nothin' but the money for the paycheck
Another day, a brother dead up in the alleyway
That's what the boys in the Bay up in Cali say
The California life, task in the palm trees
Brothers be clockin' G's, slangin' keys up in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Funk is a part of my life
It's the sounds of the gangsta's fox
One, check out the blast of a shotgun
Nine-motherfuckin'-millimeter, have one
Or two or three or four
'Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
Boom, boom, hear the death of a cop
Pop, pop, pop, see another one drop
Crazy-ass nigga off the peppermint Schnapps
And now you wonder why a young nigga slang hop
Never would've thought I'd been a dealer of dope
Nigga slangin' and bangin' and breakin' necks and throats
Despite it was popular, yet the fuzz kept ridin' my jock
Tick-tock, I watch the clock, they flock
See a undercover cop race off the block
That's how it is in the game of slangin' rock
'Cause on the TV, they make it look real good
But Mister Rogers ain't got shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood
Some people get out, but some people stay for good
I see a dope fiend yellin' he's a OG
He scratched his head and started starin' like he knows me
I said, "What up, old man? I seen your face before"
It was my homie's popped shirt, dirty pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a loose wop
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then he threw the bottle
I ducked down and I had to duck real fast
Stepped two feet back and then I banged his ass
I started kickin' and stompin' my nigga's brains out
I heard a bitch yell, "Freeze," and runnin' out the house
It was his wife and the bitch started bustin' at me
I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger happy
Pulled out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burnt-out dope-fiend city
And now you sayin' I'm a nigga up to no good
I gives a fuck, if you push, you get jacked up in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood
In my neighborhood