The Wood

Watching soft porn with Cindy

In our basement living room

And taking snappers from Granddaddy

Just doin' what we do

In a town called inglewood

Well, most folks would be afraid

But to us, it's no big deal

Just a typical kind of day

In the hood

("Wanna play craps?")

Well, there's gangsters, but they're friendly

Because of my puppy

I learned on my side of crenshaw

It's "wear blue"-territory

And shopping was a rip-off

When I lived on the west side (west side!)

Over here it's way cheaper ("29 cents?!")

And I'm blaming it on the blight

In the hood

In the hood - I'm not looking for an award

The only white girl on my block and I'm not bored

Eh, no, I'm not a hipster, it's all I can afford

In the hood

The ice cream trucks competing

With their songs throughout the day

And on weekends there are three

And no tune they play is the same ("they got bomb pops!")

Every home's got barred up windows

And pets the don't adore ("it's disgusting")

I rescued a sightless kitting

Every other fuck ignored

In the hood

In the hood

You never wanna point or stare

("What the fuck are you looking at?!")

In the hood

Just find your set and you'll fit in

Unless you're some kind of poser with no street credit

In the hood

In the hood

In the hood

Is where I live

(Inglewood!)