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Growin’ Up in the Hood (Funky piano radio MIX)
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Wake your sorry butt up
The MC Eiht's back in the house
Kickin' the straight gangster lyrics for the 9-1
You know what I'm sayin', geah
Growin' up in the hood, yeah boy, 1984
Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
A little hardhead kid came of age
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home it's the same old story
Moms treat me like she don't even know me
But my younger brothers got much clout
I can't take this crap so I bones the hell out
And run with a pack of wicked little suckers
No shorts are taken, we down Black brothers
A little kid with no problems at all
Messed up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick off the steps so little sucker stop lookin'
Stackin' to the house so I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out cause a little brother's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nothin' but women and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but women and money
I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
'Cause it just seems that the hood done took me under
Police sweatin' my tip and keep harassin'
Tryin' to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'
Community tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the birth of back street punk suckers
Try to break me out, fool, I suggest you keep your cool
Always strappin', eager to peel a cap
I set up a trap, put you quick to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to your jaw
Don't enter my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a Robogangster ready to destroy
I take chances cause life to me ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nothin' but women and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft you're lost
Nothin' but women and money
1987, I'm back on the scene
Outta jail, I'm legit and I'm tearin' up shit
I'm ready to peel a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps
As I proceed to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin pimpin' all these snitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But I'm playin' these punk fools cheap
Boys rolled by and tried to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flyin' and, fool, I hit the dirt
Bullet flies through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother
As I'm rollin' I'm scrapin' my bumper
Lookin' for the fools who shot my brother
I found 'em, before I kill 'em, I said, "You slipped up good
You gotta handle that," growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nothin' but women and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but women and money
A brother's on the run, I got my hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm servin' them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game
But I'm still makin' my profit
And the one-times just can't stop it
So I keep hidin' my face
No time to waste, they got me on a chase
Now the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some dope fiend just dropped a dime
5-0 Hit my door at 8 o'clock
Rushed to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the back door, "Freeze," I heard a shout
Am I short? Yo, I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one and I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood
Where I'm at, if you're soft you're lost
Compton is the city that I'm claimin'
City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump
Compton is the city that I'm claimin'
Where I'm at, if you're soft you're lost
Compton is the city that I'm claimin'
City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump
Compton is the city that I'm claimin'
City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump