I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the mother***kin’ city, c’mon
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the mother***kin’ city, c’mon

From hood to hood, city to project, the project
*****, what's the mother***kin' dialect?
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
*****z tryin' to turn a constant struggle to the positive hustle

Whether it's the yay or the 9 to 5
The pills or the chronic, we hustle to stay alive
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
You better be good as Kobe slangin' a jumpshot

’Coz round here the odds of success is nimble
It's like Russian roulette with five bullets in the barrel
I'm located on the map, with Latinos and black
American dream is pistol and a dope sack

Where they process, strip us down to scan us
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
Where we grind steadily and move to the 12 gauge melody
Just livin' in the hood is a felony

And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're su**ect to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation

Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify?
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi

I'm lookin' at my TV
The commercials keep tellin' me
'*****, be all you can be'
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
Of the LAPD, I'd barely see me

It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
But when it's time to shine, where all the real *****z at?
Do a ***** gotta be rich just to get over?
Do a gotta be a ***** to sit next to Oprah?

It must be the walk but I'ma keep it OG
I'm a ***** that like soul food and to smoke weed
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
With my middle finger twisted, index and pinky spreaded

A sellout *****, I'm the wrong type
West Coast *****, take flight on site
I know they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
And rep it for the ghetto

And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're su**ect to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation

Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify?
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi

Fo-fo' up under my zipper
’Cause bein' black ain't a job, it's a mother***kin' adventure
Look, the gun shots won't cease
And rollin' by, if it ain't my enemies then it's the police

I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?
Is it that drive-by or the cigarette causin' cancer?
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Along the ride, *****, might as well ball and get high

So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag, grabbin' and snappin'
The gank back for action just in case I gotta get to clappin'
’Cause *****z is playin' elimination
And where I'm from every *****'s guilty by affiliation

That's why we ride and the young die
And you lucky if you live to p*** 25
That's why they hate to see me comin'
But, I gots to put the blue Chuck's on the pedal
And rep it for the ghetto

And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're su**ect to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation

Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord, please tell me why
My own people gon' testify?
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi

I gotta rep where I'm from, where you from?
South Central where the good die young
Where you at? Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast comin' out your stereo

I gotta rep where I'm from, where you from?
South Central where the good die young
Where you at? Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast comin' out your stereo

I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the mother***kin’ city, c’mon
I got the whole hood here with me
Everybody in the mother***kin’ city, c’mon