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Letra : Hood Took Me Under (Clean)
Geah
I got another gang story to tell people
About how a black brotha was born in hell
And right then and there it's no hope
Cause a brotha can't escape the gangs and the dope
Damn!
And when its black on black, that's a pity
Can't survive in the Compton city
And fool lets bet
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots to claim the set
Geah
Its not that you want to but you have to
Don't be a mark, cause brothas might laugh you
Straight off they block
Can't deal with bustas so they tails gettin' clocked
Geah
Who gives a damn about another
Only got love for my gang brothers
Geah
But I'm young so nobody would wonder
That thе hood would take me under
Somеbody help me!
Geah
Now I'm a few ages older
Just called me a nut 'cause the Eiht got bolder
And puttin in work, you know I has to do my part
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart
Fool
At school slappin' on the girls butts
Forget the white education, cuz yo, its drivin' me nuts
'Cause ain't no teaching a brotha white reality
Teach me the Compton gang mentality
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
If he's from another hood I gots to shoot the sorry brotha
Geah, I'm in it to win it and can't quit
Fool, and ready die cuz I'm wit it
One times can't fade the gang, tuff
Putting my foot in your tail to make times rough
I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered
That the hood would take me under
Somebody help me!
Geah
(Somebody help me!)
The hood done took me under
Now I'll watch my back 'cause brotha's jeffin'
Times heard the Eiht pulled a 187
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine
Geah
If its on then its on, forget it G
'Cause how the odds are looking fool, it's either him or me
So I loads up the Glock and I step
Cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death revenge
Geah, That's what its all about
See the brotha, take the sorry sucka out
Stare the fool down with the eye contact
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gat
Blast was the sound that one times heard of
Brotha, twenty-five to life for the murder
Was it worth it I always wonder
Maybe if Compton didn't take me under
Somebody help me!
Geah
Geah, all my homies in the house
Say the hood done took me under
Geah
For the homies
I got another gang story to tell people
About how a black brotha was born in hell
And right then and there it's no hope
Cause a brotha can't escape the gangs and the dope
Damn!
And when its black on black, that's a pity
Can't survive in the Compton city
And fool lets bet
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots to claim the set
Geah
Its not that you want to but you have to
Don't be a mark, cause brothas might laugh you
Straight off they block
Can't deal with bustas so they tails gettin' clocked
Geah
Who gives a damn about another
Only got love for my gang brothers
Geah
But I'm young so nobody would wonder
That thе hood would take me under
Somеbody help me!
Geah
Now I'm a few ages older
Just called me a nut 'cause the Eiht got bolder
And puttin in work, you know I has to do my part
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart
Fool
At school slappin' on the girls butts
Forget the white education, cuz yo, its drivin' me nuts
'Cause ain't no teaching a brotha white reality
Teach me the Compton gang mentality
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
If he's from another hood I gots to shoot the sorry brotha
Geah, I'm in it to win it and can't quit
Fool, and ready die cuz I'm wit it
One times can't fade the gang, tuff
Putting my foot in your tail to make times rough
I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered
That the hood would take me under
Somebody help me!
Geah
(Somebody help me!)
The hood done took me under
Now I'll watch my back 'cause brotha's jeffin'
Times heard the Eiht pulled a 187
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine
Geah
If its on then its on, forget it G
'Cause how the odds are looking fool, it's either him or me
So I loads up the Glock and I step
Cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death revenge
Geah, That's what its all about
See the brotha, take the sorry sucka out
Stare the fool down with the eye contact
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gat
Blast was the sound that one times heard of
Brotha, twenty-five to life for the murder
Was it worth it I always wonder
Maybe if Compton didn't take me under
Somebody help me!
Geah
Geah, all my homies in the house
Say the hood done took me under
Geah
For the homies
