Текст песни Ask Me Where I'm From - Nejma Nefertiti

In my hood where we get dough hustle and flow
Bustle and blow the four pound move em all around
Getting that bread out of town in America's Favorite Playground
You might get lost and not found
By the players and the pimps and the vultures and hounds
Shots in the back lot of my building somebody's on the ground
Have you ever been to this side of the tracks?
Where guns are cocked and mothers turning tricks to smoke crack
Oh the ghetto takes your childhood you never get it back
Police shoot to kill cuz we black bring it back where you at?

When they ask me where I'm from I say the ghetto
In my hood where it's never all good I get respect though
Going through thangs later in life you gotta let go
Beef on the block everybody reppin they set oooooh

In dirty Jerz it was Westervelt Ave
I went on Madison with that cocoa the hustlers were mad
They threatened to get a dope fiend to bust me with a bat
If I ain't get up out they territory what's fucking with that?
What they didn't know is my peoples was head of the trap
Shout out to the boricua Mr. T dude had my back
The ghetto be having you walking like war that's a fact
Or running for your life like you going for medals in track
If you make it out the other side you soar
In my hood I always had the feeling there was more
Some never make it out some get the clout that's all they adore
Everybody wants to be a lion on this jungle floor
How bout Bodegas in Crooklyn? I'm talking about Brooklyn
And if you ain't lookin you'll get ya shit tooken
Strolling down my block they like hey good looking
In the summertime if you're hungry there's always something cooking
In LA my hood had palms and bright trees
Compton, Inglewood, and Long beach, I met some real G's
My homegirl Fawks One showed me around the northeast
Kemo the Blaxican said Damn NeJ you're a beast

When they ask me where I'm from I say the ghetto
In my hood where it's never all good I get respect though
Going through thangs later in life you gotta let go
Beef on the block everybody reppin they set oooooh

You see I walk around these streets late at night
And keep my eyes peeled so I never lose sight
In my hood there ain't no such thing as a fair fight
In my hood chop you up leave you at your grave sight
If it wasn't for the ghetto I wouldn't be who I am
Hot like the infamous seventy seven Summer of Sam
You might catch me with a Nina Mississippi Goddamn
Or kickin rhymes on the stoop just me and my fam
Chi town to DC Brooklyn Harlem OG's
I got set up in Atl once home of that Georgia peach
City of brotherly love wasn't giving a sister reach
Where I come from you gotta hustle to eat
When I'm out in AZ, I be up on them red rocks
Or up the mountain in Jerome with the bikers and chops
When they ask where I'm from I say life of the hard knocks
They say baby you can disappear here too so watch
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and it's true
Out there picking pockets playing dominoes with the crew
Smoking and selling that wet if I ain't tell you who would've knew?
Come to my hood you might do something you normally wouldn't do
Where my real people's at I keep close but a few
All my brothers and sisters up on the avenue
Got the block smelling right incense and oils too
All my real live thugs salute

When they ask me where I'm from I say the ghetto
In my hood where it's never all good I get respect though
Going through thangs later in life you gotta let go
Beef on the block everybody reppin they set oooooh