Songtexte Hood Took Me Under - B.G.
I
got
another
gang
story
to
tell.
Peep,
about
how
a
black
nigga
was
born
in
hell.
And
right
then
and
there
it's
no
hope
Cause
a
nigga
can't
escape
the
gangs
and
the
dope.
Damn!
And
when
its
black
on
black,
that
makes
it
shitty.
Can't
survive
in
the
Compton
city.
And
fool
thats
bet.
Cause
when
you
grow
up
in
the
hood,
you
gots
ta
claim
a
set.
Geah,
Its
not
that
you
want
to
but
you
have
to.
Don't
be
a
mark,
cause
niggas
might
laugh
you
Straight
off
the
mutherfuckin
block.
Can't
deal
with
bustas
so
they
asses
get
clocked.
Geah,
who
gives
a
fuck
about
another.
Only
got
love
for
my
fuckin
gang
brothers.
Geah
but
I'm
young
so
nobody
would
wonder
That
the
hood
would
take
me
under.
(Scratching:
always
strapped
and
eager
to
peel
a
cap
The
hood
done
took
me
under.)
Now
I'm
a
few
ages
older
Got
hair
on
my
nuts
and
I'm
a
little
bit
bolder.
And
puttin
in
work,
I
has
to
do
my
fuckin
part,
I'm
down
for
the
hood
and
its
planted
in
the
heart.
Fool.
At
school
slappin
on
the
girls
asses
Fuck
the
white
education
so
I
skip
a
lot
of
classes.
Cause
ain't
no
teaching
a
nigga
white
reality.
Teach
me
the
mutherfuckin
gang
mentality.
Pop
pop
pop,
drops
the
sucker
If
he's
from
another
hood
I
gots
ta
shoot
the
mutherfucker.
Geah
I'm
in
it
to
win
it
and
can't
quit.
Fool,
and
ready
die
for
this
shit.
One
times
can't
fade
the
gang
tuff.
Puttin
my
foot
in
your
ass
to
make
times
rough.
I'm
the
neighbourhood
terror
but
I
never
wondered
That
the
hood
would
take
me
under.
Chorus:
+(police
is
hot,
so
I'm
watching
my
back...)
I
guess
I'll
watch
my
back
cause
niggas
jivin'
Times
heard
this
brother
pulled
a
187.
Who
I
thought
was
my
homie
dropped
the
dime.
So
I
gotta
peel
his
cap
with
the
nine.
Fool,
so
if
its
on
then
its
on,
fuck
ya
G,
Because
how
the
odds
are
looking,
its
either
him
or
me.
So
I
loads
up
the
strap
and
I
step
Cause
my
brain
cells
are
dead
and
all
I
think
is
death.
Revenge.
That's
what
its
all
about.
See
the
sucker,
take
the
mutherfucker
out.
Stare
the
fool
down
with
the
eye
contact.
He
try
to
swing
so
I
draw
on
him
with
the
gatt.
Blast
was
the
sound
that
one
times
heard
uh
Nigga
25
to
live
for
the
murder.
Was
it
worth
it
I've
always
wondered.
Maybe
if
the
hood
didn't
take
me
under.
Geah,
this
going
out
to
all
the
niggas,
It's
going
out
to
my
niggas.
Its
going
out
to
all
the
niggas,
My
nigga
Mike
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