Growin' Up In the Hood (Funky Piano Radio Mix)

Wake your sorry butt up

The MC Eiht's back in the house

Kickin' the straight gangster lyrics for the 9-1

You know what I'm sayin', geah

Growin' up in the hood, yeah boy, 1984

Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store

A little hardhead kid came of age

Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same old story

Moms treat me like she don't even know me

But my younger brothers got much clout

I can't take this crap so I bones the hell out

And run with a pack of wicked little suckers

No shorts are taken, we down Black brothers

A little kid with no problems at all

Messed up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick off the steps so little sucker stop lookin'

Stackin' to the house so I can collect my whoopin'

But watch out cause a little brother's up to no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but women and money

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Nothin' but women and money

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder

'Cause it just seems that the hood done took me under

Police sweatin' my tip and keep harassin'

Tryin' to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to shut me out

But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout

With the cluckers, the birth of back street punk suckers

Try to break me out, fool, I suggest you keep your cool

Always strappin', eager to peel a cap

I set up a trap, put you quick to a nap

'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law

So watch me take two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood, homeboy

Not a Robocop, a Robogangster ready to destroy

I take chances cause life to me ain't no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but women and money

Where I'm at, if you're soft you're lost

Nothin' but women and money

1987, I'm back on the scene

Outta jail, I'm legit and I'm tearin' up shit