Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song H.O.O.D, artist - Masta Ace.
Date of issue: 27.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
H.O.O.D |
Yea, goin’out to the H double |
That’s for you, you, and you |
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people |
(Wherever I go) Listen |
And they won’t change, ever change, can’t change, don’t change |
(And everyone knows) |
As I travel through various towns and strange places |
I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces |
The game races and cats try to catch it Before they know it they know death on a first name basis |
Whether it’s slangin’or banging, drinking or smokin' |
There’s bound to be one cat thinkin’of loccin' |
The hood’s like a sitcom |
Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone |
Young cats be sellin’the rock |
Money busting out they sock mama tellin’them stop |
But desperate times call for desperate means |
It all seems so simple when you’re just a teen |
Only take one bad apple to poison the good |
This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood |
And wherever I go it’s the same as home |
It’s the H double O D the name is known |
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people |
(Wherever I go) Listen |
And they won’t change, ever change, can’t change, don’t change |
(And everyone knows) Listen |
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people |
(Wherever I go) Listen |
And they won’t change, ever change, can’t change, don’t change |
(And everyone knows) |
They got wild and rough blocks where it’s hard to trust cops |
Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn |
That kid was a fine scholar |
Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars |
Young mothers trying to learn the ropes |
And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes |
They keep hoping that they number coming |
They dreamin’about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin' |
Old ladies keep they purse in the front |
Cuz them fiends on the prowl it’s the first of the month |
And you still feel good when you there, yup |
And you know you in the hood when you there |
They got one in every spot on the planet |
And if you wasn’t raised there you prolly can not stand it Some call it the hood I’m calling it home |
And there’s love feel it all in my poem… what they got? |
H dot O dot O dot D Should I turn my back on the hood? |
No not me Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies |
Or fifty other spots that are just like these |
Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well |
Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell |
Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas |
Where some so broke they’re not used to breakfast |
Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too |
D.C. feel me, I can tell they do When will it change? |
Never I know |
And I see the same things wherever I go They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people |