作词 : D. Curry/I. Loubeau/R. Mayers/D. HILL/K. Darko

作曲 : D. Curry/I. Loubeau/R. Mayers/D. HILL/K. Darko

**** in the hood

I'm 'bout my profit, if I rob plug, I'm the socket

Run that shit up, bitch, I'm Sonic

Feelin' iconic, need my dick wet, I'm aquatic

My life a comic, bitch, I'm lit, electronic

This a new wave, catastrophic

Smokin' on chronic, rockin' black flags like I'm gothic

In my hood I'm trending topic

You outta pocket, my bitch, she foreign, exotic

I'm 'bout my skrilla deposits, in love with narcotics

Drip on your bitch like a faucet

Hate be so real, but the love is so toxic

Groupie hoes that eat me up like I'm chocolate

Day ones with me, **** clique hoppin'

Shooters with me, I'm too known to be boxin'

**** hoes on Twitter be flaugin'

See me out in public, he dodging

Sm—Smo—Smoke that ganja

That's that loud pack, have yo' ass smacked (Uh-uh)

Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat

(**** in the hood)

Grabba leaf (**** in the hood)

Keep a **** high, I'm chiefing on a spliff (Ayy)

Pull up on the block, what's good? (****)

Try me, wish a **** would (****)

Try me, hit you with the wood (****)

Misfits, misunderstood (****)

Never been these Hollywood (****)

This goes out to the hood (****)

Police pull up and pop (****)

All they wanna do is drop (****)

Spin a **** block, we gon' aim at the top

Capital punishment like we was backed by the government

Boys on my avenue runnin' shit, wait, wait, wait, hol' up

Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot

We made you history 'cause we rewrote it

Wet up your body, that **** eroded

Move with emotion, you left with no motion

If it ain't opps, what the **** am I smokin'?

Sm—Smoke that ganja

That's that loud pack, have yo' ass smacked (Uh-uh)

Klick-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat

(**** in the hood)

Grabba leaf (**** in the hood)

Keep a **** high, I'm chiefing on a spliff

Gr—Grabba leaf, keep a **** high, I'm chiefing on a spliff

Gr—Grabba leaf, keep a **** high, I'm chiefing on a spliff (Uh)

Twenty clips, hollow tips, hit, rip through a **** bitch hip

Now she got a slip disc, rip

All I hear is "R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P." shit

Rest in peace, so you know, it's only right I rip this shit here

****, my ****, lil' ****, my ****

Negative word, make it a verb

****, lil' ****, lil' ****, lil' ****

("****? **** is wrong with you?")

My weird homie rock a blonde lace like '98 Eminem

Him again, nail paint, art, hell nah, I ain't feminine

I'm way too gifted, trippin', I'm feeling conflicted

This lifestyle is way too addictive

**** it, get lifted, my boy got a plug on prescriptions

I'm sick without feeling no symptoms

Still ain't no cure for the sickness

Feel like my sisters look better as strippers

All of my brothers is headed to prison

No love for the sick or the dead or no victims, ****

**** in the hood