Lyrics Only in the Hood - K Rino

Only in the Hood

Only in the hood, only in the hood
Only in the hood, only in the hood
Only in the hood, come see it in person
5 cars in the yard man, one of them working
At night it can get truely, rowdy and unruly
Can’t go to the store without some dude tryna sell you a movie
One day in 3rd ward, what I saw made me pause
A 10 speed with a baby seat hooked on the handlebars
And even at a funeral, they still couldn’t get past it
Buried their homeboy and put a swinger on his casket
Tripping in the wrong hood is gonna be hard to leave out
Mess around and catch your pastor coming out the weed house
Lights got turned off but we still getting it in though
'Cause my neighbor let me run an extension cord up through his window
These girls got it locked down, hustle game crazy
3 dudes paying child support on the same baby
Boyfriend/girlfriend, met and fell in love
Got married and had their wedding in the after-hours club
Where?
Only in the hood, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood
Gotta keep it G for my partners and homegirls
Born and bred since a youngster, wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood
Wholesale hustling, listen I’ll say it louder
At the intersection selling fake persons and washing powder
Bought this dude a chicken basket, he was hungry, let him tell it
Soon as he got it, he in the parking lot tryna sell it
See everybody’s hustling, everybody got a stunt
10 year old children talking about, «Let me hit the blunt»
Girl ain’t even got a license but she still gonna make it pop
Doing hair in her apartment like she own her own shop
Now, you don’t think that it’s real?
Homie you might get killed
10 o’clock at night, baby outside on the big wheel
Gotta watch these fellas 'cause they real funny, trust me
Tryna sell a sick 10 year old pimp like he a puppy
This boy ain’t even crazy but he faking for a check
He got a tattoo of a pistol and a drink cup on his neck
Baby girl worked a month out of the year, she ain’t concerned
Claimed some kids that wasn’t hers and got a fire rack tax return
Where?
Only in the hood, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood
Gotta keep it G for my partners and homegirls
Born and bred since a youngster, wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood
Now let me bring this to the light, you know that you ain’t right
Spraying that black stuff on your hair to make your hairline look tight
We ain’t have no real jerseys when we played our opponents
Just a plain white t-shirt with the numbers drawn on it
Little mama had a fight up at the club, she got it cracking
Picked her hair up off the ground took it home and sewn it back it
Dinner time in the hood, everybody in the spot ate
Gas turned off, we cooked the whole me on a hot plate
Don’t worry about that check fam, somebody gon' cash it
Doing ghetto gymnastics on a dirty ass mattress
Still selling cool cups, music’s still screwed up
Old school dudes slanging weed out the food truck
Everybody in the hood, packed up in the church
I just wish for one Sunday that the air condition worked
And when it’s said and done, through the drama, through it all
We don’t trip and we ain’t scared and we still don’t like the laws
Where?
Only in the hood, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood
Gotta keep it G for my partners and homegirls
Born and bred since a youngster, wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
Only in the, only in the, only in the hood
If you never been around it then this won’t be understood