How Yo` Hood?

Rat-tat-tat<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Mac Dre ]<br>I grew up in the Bay Area, around a gang of robbin and shootin<br>Looked up to legends like Felix Mitchum, Huey P. Newton<br>And Todd Shaw a/k/a Too $hort<br>Blowin big hashis with dank that`ll make you choke<br>Young Mac Dre, causin major damage<br>Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich<br>Grown, gone, on bomb seed that`s hemp<br>Hound for potential prostitutes who need a pimp<br>But now I`m bendin corners, fresh out Taradas<br>Chokin on roper in the back of the Nada<br>Drinkin that snake bite, Yukon jack<br>And boy, I ain`t ride without my strap<br>Cause them cutthroat bandits will split yo wig<br>In the streets of Killafornia, ya dig?<br>It`s goin down, dog, I`m in your town, dog<br>Got to let your peeps know how I clown, dog<br>In the end get it, comin with that blackhand sound<br>You thinkin I can`t clown? Let me put my mack hand down<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br> [ Killa ] How yo hood look?<br> [ Dre ] It`s full of gangsters, fool<br> How yo hood look?<br> [ Killa ] It`s full of gangsters, son<br> You can catch me on the Eastside, doin my thing<br> [ Killa ] Or you can me in New York, boy, it`s all the same<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Killa ]<br>I`m from the Eastside, where the thugs, they shed blood for nothin<br>After the club you get it in your mug if you frontin<br>We gangbang, it`s just that our slang`s a little different<br>Aim a little different, spit game a little different<br>Got in with the Mexicans, pricin them things a little different<br>Same kinda crooks, but we cook up bricks a little different<br>Them old school Chevrolets, our Six Range a little different<br>Y`all gats and guns the same, but we blow brains a little different<br>Them drive-by`s, we walk-by`s, some die a little different<br>Lie a little different, testify a little different<br>Y`all trees ain`t got seeds, y`all beez a little different<br>The d`s is different, my pee`s a little different<br>Y`all sell bricks, we break it down, get cheese a little different<br>Y`all hate narcs, we hate cops, we eat a little different<br>Y`all got strips, we got spots, our blocks a little different<br>It get hot a little different, fools get knocked a little different<br>When the feds came, yo Dre, they took the whole block to prison<br>My man pops was snitchin, his face chopped in Clinton<br>If you got change and the gear hot, then switch spots, get missin<br>Yo hood ain`t no different, my hood ain`t no different<br><br>[ CHORUS ]<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>[ Dre ]<br>In my neighborhood everybody thuggin<br>Hoodrats steady gettin dug in<br>Fools buggin, mean-muggin<br>Later on you seem em noggin<br>[ Killa ]<br>Dre, I play my hood all day<br>Seen a fool get killed in broad day<br>Thugs get money from the hallway<br>2 for 5, the tall way<br>[ Dre ]<br>Ghetto slang, ghetto game<br>We all just doin that ghetto thang<br>Run around totin them metal thangs<br>Really, homeboy, it`s all the same<br>[ Killa ]<br>Yo hood is like my hood, son <br>Anywhere you go thugs pullin guns<br>Gangbangers, ghetto birds<br>Yo hood is like my hood, ya heard?<br>[ Dre ]<br>Me and Killa finna leet you know<br>How to put a lick down and get some dough<br>>From yo hood to Mexico<br>Cause it`s all about that paper, though<br>[ Killa ]<br>Put me up with Vallejo hoe<br>That puff on hay, stay on the low<br>Dre got work, 800 to 0<br>Eastside thugs make money, you know?<br>[ Dre ]<br>I don`t care where we at<br>Just as long as we keep smokin fat<br>Get a fifth of Hen and hopin that<br>Everybody wanna stay chokin, black<br>[ Killa ]<br>I told you, Dre, our hood ain`t changed<br>Thuggin em well, slingin em things<br>Fools rock Rolies and diamond rings<br>Respect the game, our hood`s the same<br><br>[ CHORUS ]