| Supa Good in this bitch, the 'Wood in this bitch | 
| 'Bout to school these niggas like only I could in this bitch | 
| Here by myself and I still got the whole hood in this bitch | 
| Claiming new stomping grounds, gon' leave my whole foot in this bitch | 
| Ankle-deep and it’s painful | 
| My handkerchief is a spangled banner | 
| With the blood of black sons of slaves, uh | 
| Painting people’s depictions | 
| Won’t be no sequel, afflictions | 
| Made me the true nigga that I am today, uh | 
| Did my homework in class | 
| Walked the halls with no pass | 
| Eleventh grade, I had it made, held my balls when I laughed | 
| My older brother sang and SiR chose to ball for his pass | 
| I chose to get perfect grades and catch fades in the grass | 
| Seven Gang was the clique, it wasn’t no Blood or no Crip | 
| Was more like fraternity ties mixed with bare knuckles and clips | 
| My big homie saw something in me, said fuck hitting licks and pistols | 
| Your test scores gon' hit the lick with pencils, teaching credentials | 
| I never got 'em, they said wasn’t a problem | 
| I sent that application they said, «You start tomorrow, where else | 
| We gon' find a nigga black and fluent in Spanish? | 
| Might as well use it to our advantage» | 
| I went right back to Inglewood (Inglewood) | 
| Inglewood (Inglewood) | 
| Inglewood (Inglewood) | 
| Inglewood | 
| I’m from Inglewood (Inglewood), Inglewood | 
| Inglewood High (Inglewood, Inglewood) | 
| From Inglewood ('Wood) | 
| Inglewood ('Wood) | 
| Inglewood, Inglewood (Inglewood) | 
| Inglewood, Inglewood | 
| Inglewood High |