How Yo' Hood

Rat-tat-tat

[VERSE 1: Mac Dre]

I grew up in the Bay Area, around a gang of robbin and shootin

Looked up to legends like Felix Mitchum, Huey P. Newton

And Todd Shaw a/k/a Too $hort

Blowin big hashis with dank that'll make you choke

Young Mac Dre, causin major damage

Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich

Grown, gone, on bomb seed that's hemp

Hound for potential prostitutes who need a pimp

But now I'm bendin corners, fresh out Taradas

Chokin on roper in the back of the Nada

Drinkin that snake bite, Yukon jack

And boy, I ain't ride without my strap

Cause them cutthroat bandits will split yo wig

In the streets of Killafornia, ya dig?

It's goin down, dog, I'm in your town, dog

Got to let your peeps know how I clown, dog

In the end get it, comin with that blackhand sound

You thinkin I can't clown? Let me put my mack hand down

[CHORUS]

[Killa ] How yo hood look?

[Dre] It's full of gangsters, fool

How yo hood look?

[Killa] It's full of gangsters, son

You can catch me on the Eastside, doin my thing

[Killa] Or you can me in New York, boy, it's all the same

[VERSE 2: Killa]

I'm from the Eastside, where the thugs, they shed blood for nothin

After the club you get it in your mug if you frontin

We gangbang, it's just that our slang's a little different

Aim a little different, spit game a little different

Got in with the Mexicans, pricin them things a little different

Same kinda crooks, but we cook up bricks a little different

Them old school Chevrolets, our Six Range a little different

Y'all gats and guns the same, but we blow brains a little different

Them drive-by's, we walk-by's, some die a little different

Lie a little different, testify a little different

Y'all trees ain't got seeds, y'all beez a little different

The d's is different, my pee's a little different

Y'all sell bricks, we break it down, get cheese a little different

Y'all hate narcs, we hate cops, we eat a little different

Y'all got strips, we got spots, our blocks a little different

It get hot a little different, fools get knocked a little different

When the feds came, yo Dre, they took the whole block to prison

My man pops was snitchin, his face chopped in Clinton

If you got change and the gear hot, then switch spots, get missin

Yo hood ain't no different, my hood ain't no different

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]

[Dre]

In my neighborhood everybody thuggin

Hoodrats steady gettin dug in

Fools buggin, mean-muggin

Later on you seem em noggin

[Killa]

Dre, I play my hood all day

Seen a fool get killed in broad day

Thugs get money from the hallway

2 for 5, the tall way

[Dre]

Ghetto slang, ghetto game

We all just doin that ghetto thang

Run around totin them metal thangs

Really, homeboy, it's all the same

[Killa]

Yo hood is like my hood, son

Anywhere you go thugs pullin guns

Gangbangers, ghetto birds

Yo hood is like my hood, ya heard?

[Dre]

Me and Killa finna leet you know

How to put a lick down and get some dough

From yo hood to Mexico

Cause it's all about that paper, though

[Killa]

Put me up with Vallejo hoe

That puff on hay, stay on the low

Dre got work, 800 to 0

Eastside thugs make money, you know?

[Dre]

I don't care where we at

Just as long as we keep smokin fat

Get a fifth of Hen and hopin that

Everybody wanna stay chokin, black

[Killa]

I told you, Dre, our hood ain't changed

Thuggin em well, slingin em things

Fools rock Rolies and diamond rings

Respect the game, our hood's the same

[CHORUS]