Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back 2 Da Hood, artist - Emanuel Brown
Date of issue: 23.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back 2 Da Hood |
Back 2 the hood |
Where they dare your ass to go flex |
No checks, they been grinding |
Make they ends stretch |
Staying fresh on the avenue |
Ducking red and blue |
They flagging to, hear them sirens |
Then it’s time to move |
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear |
Dodged the morgue, by another year |
Them vice vans might reappear |
The steady struggle of just living here |
Better come correct, go protect neck |
That ain’t a threat, but it’s popping in these streets |
Days feel like weeks, motherfuckas never sleep |
Step to me, better watch how you speak |
That chrome ready, get to shooting them rounds |
How it sounds, it’s not safe with children around |
Give me my escape, think I found a way |
Gridiron play, take a shot to make the NBA |
If not that, then I’ll cook away |
Build my stripes in this powder game |
Cuz that ziploc, fund the wrist watch |
You get stock |
Get a Ferrari, from cutting these rocks |
You be shocked, from all that I seen |
Close to game over, yeah at fifteen |
I felt obligated, it’s in my genes |
Rep your set, get respect & the green |
I wanted in to the life of a five |
No jive |
But the OG’s, said I can’t ride |
Wanted in to be repping the slime |
Chase the grind |
But Joe told me |
Let’s keep you alive |
Back 2 the hood |
Where they dare your ass to go flex |
No checks, they been grinding |
Make they ends stretch |
Staying fresh on the avenue |
Ducking red and blue |
They flagging to, hear them sirens |
Then it’s time to move |
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear |
Dodged the morgue, by another year |
Them vice vans might reappear |
The steady struggle of just living here |
Fresh C Verse |
Am I half white |
Or half crazy |
Picket signs outside |
Depict the color lines in my city |
Police sirens |
Been quiet |
Since the peace treaty |
Red and blue Nike Cortez |
Cover the sky’s beauty |
(Naw) |
You don’t know the half of it |
My teacher told me i ain’t shit |
But a stupid Mexican |
Your people trim my trees |
You fucking spic |
Why don’t you hang from it |
She took her own advice |
& her life |
Overdosin' on heroin |
There I am |
Peddlin' medicine |
(forty second & third) |
Giving blessings, out of cellophane |
(Word) |
Hiding my devilish grin |
Under my Los Angeles brim |
Killing my own kind |
With poisonous amphetamine |
Pledging allegiance |
To the bandana, In my denim man |
Dying over the color |
He spilled when they killed that man |
(Damn) |
Cut with the cloth they imitate |
Images they portray |
Engraved in my equilibrium |
With a switch blade |
Let me demonstrate |
Spark to the bomb |
They detonate |
Resonate |
Fuck I hate this place |
One step from heaven |
Knee deep in hell, dodging a early fate |
Catching a stray |
Was my biggest nightmare |
Dreams turned into reality |
Porky died, right here |
Back 2 the hood |
Where they dare your ass to go flex |
No checks, they been grinding |
Make they ends stretch |
Staying fresh on the avenue |
Ducking red and blue |
They flagging to, hear them sirens |
Then it’s time to move |
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear |
Dodged the morgue, by another year |
Them vice vans might reappear |
The steady struggle of just living here |