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

I'm ready to peel a sucker's cap

And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As I proceed to make my riches

Just like the neighborhood kingpin pimpin' all these snitches

Task force tryin' to roll deep

But I'm playin' these punk fools cheap

Boys rolled by and tried to blast, it didn't work

I seen the bullets flyin' and, fool, I hit the dirt

Bullet flies through the window

Hits my brother, down goes my mother

As I'm rollin' I'm scrapin' my bumper

Lookin' for the fools who shot my brother

I found 'em, before I kill 'em, I said, "You slipped up good

You gotta handle that," 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

A brother's on the run, I got my hand in my stash box

Wanted 'cause I'm servin' them the potent fat rocks

And my face is like a household name

Everybody warns their kids about the dope game

But I'm still makin' my profit

And the one-times just can't stop it

So I keep hidin' my face

No time to waste, they got me on a chase

Now the neighborhood's on my line

'Cause some dope fiend just dropped a dime

5-0 Hit my door at 8 o'clock

Rushed to the toilet so I could flush the rock

Out the back door, "Freeze," I heard a shout

Am I short? Yo, I guess I got no clout

But it's murder one and I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good

Growin' up in the hood

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

Compton is the city that I'm claimin'

City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump

Compton is the city that I'm claimin'

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

Compton is the city that I'm claimin'

City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump

Compton is the city that I'm claimin'

City that I'm from, take no lip from a chump