Lyrics People In My Hood - Masta Ace Incorporated

People In My Hood

Welcome to the ghetto radio
Where the people be living kinda low
So you better not slow
Or ya might catch the B-O
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
Let’s take a walk through my hood
Where that phrase «it's all good»
Don’t apply, although I wish it could
In thickness the shit is real
Come and get a feel of the raw deals
See that nigga running with the steel?
His name is KK and back in the day
He was a star running-back
Plus he ran track
He could’ve been the next Walter Payton
But wait an' watch him go and stick that lady up and start skatin'
And see that sister with the weave down her back?
That’s Priscilla, she be drinkin' Miller by the pack
Her brother’s name is June but he caught a slug in his spine right here
Now he rolls a wheelchair
And there’s Mrs Robinson («aight, you?»)
That’s my man mom, she make the slam beef stew
And there go Joe Slim who wears a green brim
And drives a green Cadillac with a spare on the back
And that there’s Zak, who’s the crack maniac
He’ll put a gun to your head just to get his habits fed
And there’s Betty-May, who come out every day
In Houser shoes and Golas
Pushing her babies in the strollers
There go Petey who be all in the books
A’s in every class, never had a piece o' ass
Then we got the twins who drive the same Benz
And got the same 10s and 20s in their pockets and their skins
Be sweatin' em, 'cause they know they got the double mint
And not the kind you chew, but I think you kinda knew
That’s Tina Parker, much darker than her sis
That’s because her moms is a fuckin' snake, hiss
Nobody in the family is dark except she
And the UPS man with the long delivery
And Jesse, he’s the neighbourhood Cinderella
And when the fella be walkin' you can tell a
Whole lotta sugar’s in his core
Feed the soft, he be hittin' off
He heads fresh home from up North
Gee, that’s Mr Johnson, and that’s Ms Thompson
Both of them are married, but not to each other
Watch how they smother each other
With kisses, hugs, feels, and squeezes
Oh my sweet Jesus!
These are the people from the Get Ready-o
In other words the Ghetto
Crema muletto
It’s much worse than it looks and so is my hood
When 'nuff folks is up to no good
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
Just lookin' outta the window, I’m spyin'
Wit' my eye an' the odds’re see niggas dyin'
Like Jimmy Jones when they get two chocolate cones
But all shorty got was a few broken bones
'Cause he wanted to eat too quick
And stepped out in the street too quick
And got hit by this chick named Anna Cruz
Who drinks so many brews
She couldn’t walk straight or talk straight and made the news
Like Tamitha Smith, who used to like The Smiths
And getting mad loaded 'til her fuckin' heart exploded
Damn, a cardiac arrest at 16
But let me speak a bit about some more shit I seen
They found a little girl in building number four
Who had her panties to her ankles and her blood on the floor
Maybe it’s because I’m nosey but I sho' see
A whole lotta shit takin' place in my face
That’s Mr Jackson who grabbed his axe an'
Gave chase to a basehead who broke into his shed
And when they caught 'im, he taught 'im
A very valuable education
Split his wig no hesitation
Ten thousand bullets, five thousand guns
Five thousand triggers, one thousand sons
Eight hundred mothers, ten million tears
Twelve hundred caskets, four million beers
Poured on the ground for the individuals that didn’t make it
I don’t think that I can take it
'Cause nowadays folks be livin' like the dreads on Medusa
It’s kinda hard to get used ta
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good