The 'Wood

Watching soft porn with Cindy
In our basement living room
I'm taking snappers from granddaddy,
Just doin' what we do

In a town called Inglewood
Well, most folks would be afraid
But to us, it's no big deal,
Just a typical kinda day

In the Hood
(Wanna play crabs?)

Well, there's gangsters, but they're friendly
Because of my puppy
I learned on my side of Crenshaw
It's "wear blue" territory
And shopping was a rip-off
When I lived on the west side (west side)
Over here, it's way cheaper (29 cents?!)
And I'm blaming it on the blight

In the Hood
In the Hood, I'm not looking for an award
The only white girl on my block, and I'm not bored
And no, I'm not a hipster, it's all I can afford
In the Hood
(The pews every weekend!)

The ice cream trucks competing
With their songs throughout the day
And on weekends, there are three
But no tune they play's the same (they got Bomb Pops!)

Every home's got barred up windows
And pets they don't adore (it's disgusting)
I rescued a sightless kitten
Every other fuck ignored

In the Hood
In the Hood, you never wanna point or stare (the fuck are you lookin' at?)
In the Hood, just find your set, and you'll fit in
Unless you're some kind of poser with no street credit

In the Hood (yeah, yeah)
In the Hood (yeah)
In the Hood, in the Hood
It's where I Live

In the Hood! (In what?!)
In the Hood! (In what?!)
In the Hood! (In what?!)
In the Hood! (In what?!)
In the Hood! (In what?!)
In the Hood! (In what?!)