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ComptonS Most Wanted - "Growin Up In The Hood"
Lyrics to Growin Up In The Hood : Wake your punk ass up The MC Eihts back in the muthafucking house Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1 You know what Im saying, yea Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984 Was the year my peers didnt know what was in store A little hard head kid came abade Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade And at home, its the same ass story Moms treat me like she dont even know me But my younger brothers got much clout I cant take this shit so I bones the hell out And roll wit the pack of wicked muthafuckas No shorts are taken, were down black brothers A little nigga wit no problems at all Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping But watch out cause a little niggas up to no good Growin up in the hood [Chorus] Life aint nuttin but bitches and money Cause in the city you live and let die Nutting but bitches and money I got hard times and realize, '(skate)' sometimes I wonder But it just seems that the hood could took me under Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing Trying to lock me up cause I keep on blasting Community trying to shut me out But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthafucka Always strapping, eager to peal a cap I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law So watch me take 2 to your jaw Dont enter my hood homeboy Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy I take chances cause life to be aint no good Growin up in the hood Life aint nuttin but bitches and money Where Im at if youre soft, youre lost Nuttin but bitches and money 1987, Im back on the scene, out of jail, Im legit And Im fucking up shit Im ready to peal a suckers cap And I heard that my hood was making snaps As I precede to make my riches Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches Task force trying to roll deep But Im playing these punk fools cheap Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didnt work I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt Bullets fly through the window Hits my brother, down goes my mother As Im rolling, Im hitting my switches Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches I found them, before I kill em, I said you fucked up good Got ta handle that, growin up in the hood [Chorus] yea-a-a-a A brothers on the run, Ive got a hand in my stash box Wanted cause Im serving them the potent fat rocks And my face is like a household name Everybody warns their kids about the dope game But Im still makin gmy profit And the one time just cant stop it So I keep hiding my face No time to waste, they got me on the chase Now the neighborhoods on my line Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime 5-0 at my doo at 8 oclock Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout Am I sho, yo I guess I got no clout But its murder one, Im the victim, damn, that aint good Growin up in the hood [ Growin Up In The Hood Lyrics ]
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