HAYLEY ROSE, Ghetto Fabulous Gang - GANGSTA lyrics

When you grow up in my hood
Help don't show up in my hood
Gang signs go up in my hood
Just cuz you inmyhood
Feel like I'm trapped in my hood
Young kids get clapped in my hood
That's why I'm strapped in my hood
Just cuz you inmyhood
Inmyhood, in my hood, in my hood

I'm always close to
Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter
Or hallway post-er
No matter where I go it's always 'posed to
Feel just like I'm (in my hood)
Cops drive in it every 5
Minutes, look at your faces
Pat your waists' try to find the stash where
The gats and base is
I can't say that they racist
But, I know it ain't the same in they town
And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)
It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets
Balling on the courts or
Rapping off the beats
You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete
When they clappin' off the heat
Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street
But that's the way we was raised
Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out
The way of them strays


They drink 'til the cups dry
Eat 'til the plate's clean
Niggas be in state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never let
The beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings
And beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting younger today
Got one by the hand
One in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got them handguns that hold hollows
(in my hood) ain't no diplomas or degrees
But, you can get high from
The aroma of the trees (in my hood)
I know it like navigation
And fuck having patience
I'mma get mine, you better get yours
Cuz everyday is a struggle
And One Time ride through everyday
Just to bug you
That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong
And everybody got a white T on
When you're inmyhood

We try to make the most of what we got
You either been hit
Or been close to gettin shot (in my hood)
Any nigga that boast be getting got
And dopeheads fiend to get a
Dose of what we got
And young niggas be like they slow
But, you give them a bluntbet they
Roll the weed like a pro
If you trick it's not a
Problem it gets you laid
But, if you stick without a condom
It gets you AIDS
No Sesame Street, kids watch BET
Look up to niggas that don't got a GED
I know a dude with the deadbeat tag
Kids don't got diapers but he ridin'
In the red G Wag' in the hood
You and your beef is sure to bump heads
And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds
They telling me to voteand I would
If it made a change in my hoodmu'fucka