Lyrics Bring Back Somethin Fo da Hood - Coolio

This record goes out to all you fake ass
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour
Put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto
And don't never come back
Yeah motherfucker, you can run, but you sure can't hide!

Deep down in the jungle with a crack to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by thugs and crooks
With the knowledge of a scholar, but they don't read books

Every day is a chance that ya life might go
So today is a day that ya gotta get paid
Slang them ki's, make them g's
Do what'cha want, but ya sell what'cha please
But don't forget where you come from
'Cause when you do that you're done

Remember your niggas and bitches in the trenches
And dig into your pockets for some figures
When you get it goin', and you got it goin' good
You better bring back somethin' fo' da hood

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

LA County, what's goin' on?
1993 modern day Babylon
Peace to the niggas from the street
And rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep
Welcome to the fool, and he strikes when he's back
And the snake come around, go around and get ape
Top down, slipped on CO-run, they none
Every ceased cracked Caine ain't no fun

Black cop, white cop
Fuck the colour of skin, make sure he shot
Escape from a jail cell, split away from hell
And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells
Billy Boy takes the pictures, what! What's the worry?
Five-I-seven on my switch, we got out early
Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good
So get this stoob nigga for the hood

Get that nigga fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Get that nigga fo' da hood!
Get that nigga fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Get that nigga fo' da hood!

Them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'
Them niggas ain't playin'
(What'cha gonna do when you get out of jail?)
Get that nigga fo' da hood

You must remember this if you're black and you're rich
One push come to shove, they'll take your shit
Martin Luther King didn't wear a diamond ring
But he had a dream to let freedom reign
My homie Red Foxx got played like blocks
Pick 'em up sticks, jacks and hop-scotch
Frustration, aggravation, there's no end to the situation

'Cause niggas need a place to meet, a place to sleep
A place to eat and rest they feet
But nobody really even gives a fuck
That's why so many niggas is maggot'd up, huh
You claimin' the hood, but you don't back it up
Fool! And when they catch your ass, they gonna fuck you up
So when you get it goin' and you got it goin' good
You better bring back somethin' fo' da hood

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker!
Bring back somethin' fo' da hood!

Bring back somethin' fo' da hood, motherfucker