Joe Budden - Still My Hood lyrics

See like people can't relate to it
Don't understand it
Cause they ain't never been there
They ain't from there i understand it

As we wrap this shit up
We call this one +Still My Hood+

Even though they hate 'em (oh)
Even though when a nigga try
To make a come up (It's a)
It's another nigga waitin just to run up
Though they sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around twelve you
Hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggas is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all expired
(whoa) every block's a liquor store
An abandoned building
Drunk parents at the liquor
Store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray
We'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our
Grade schools with metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up
The street from the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong
A lot of shit goin on
Gotta love it, this the place I was born
So I sit here dedicatin this song
This is still my hood

Ad libs now everywhere I roam, though
They keep the chrome
It's no place like home
This is still my hood
And it's far from fine
I may like other places but
They far from mine gotta love my hood
And I only know one place that be
Like that, if I ever leave, trust
I'll be right back it's my hood
It may not be good
It may not be like it should
But let me get one thing understood
This is still my hood

Shout to Wyks on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up nigga?

You know they got them Macs
Out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya line up
(this is still my hood)
Hold up cause even though
You can't meet a girl ain't
Fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the same place you can't get a job
They look at you
Like you young and you black
Get the fuck out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack
Feel like that's our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as
Soon as that money stop (oh)
They feast on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the corner like if
Life passes us by at least we
Wanna watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted
(whoa) , gangstas get recorded (whoa)
MamI don't know if she should
Keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never will catch me
I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not goin down
(naw) , naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is imperial here
And I dare you find a
Ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun
Just to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you want to raise ya son
(never that) a few dudes'll argue about
They favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different
Ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal
It's just the paper they after
So I keep mine on me
Just in case I might have to
And still no other place that I'd rather
Gotta love my hood

Ad libs

If you've never been
You can't really know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the jails is overcrowded
(whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close friends of
Mine have added to that
And I rate nothin above it
I know it seems odd but I
Hate it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate that I love it (yeah, yep)
The same things that seem to
Get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss
It's always like this
So small, everybody knows everybody
It's body after body
It's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends
I guess the world'll never know
From Jers to Little Rock
The hood'll never die down
B-More, DC, Compton, Chi Town
New York to VA, ya town's like my town
Let's go

Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every hood man
No matter where ya at, where ya from
New Orleans, Mississippi
Vancouver, London, T dot
Wherever you at, I don't even care man
(fades out)