What’s Hood

Lyrics

Breez Evahflowin' ft. Main the Villan and El Juba - "What's Hood" [Emcee(s): Main the Villan (AKA Cuzzo Main), El Juba, and Breez Evahflowin'] [Producer(s): DJ Static] [Intro: Main the Villan (AKA Cuzzo Main)] Yo, I want to preach to 'em. Sometimes, I'll let them preach. Yo, listen [Verse 1: Main the Villan (AKA Cuzzo Main)] Gangster? Nah. I just want my own flame Carry my hood on my back, and, no, it won't change Suitcase City's streets flooded with cocaine Mama's Superman—some daddies taking the Lois Lane (Damn) So insane. So-and-So grow in pain Raps or the packs, we're just trying to be the dopest, mayne Young boy heart number than the Novocain Shot from the dart that they used to fix the molar pain (Damn) Reparations, but they don't want to hold the blame (No they don't) These crooked devils acting like they don't owe a thing They taught us the gang mentality Uncle Sam, Scorpion gang fatality ("Get over here!") Yeah, dick dame, evade felony "We're all lazy" what they claim while they're taxing me Invest, spend less, stress ownership El Juba, Breez Evahflowin', and soldiers [Hook: All] What's hood? What's hood? What's the demo? What's the demo? Let me know if we got a problemo. Ayyo From Suitcase City to New Jerus' All my West Coast crews, all my East Coast crews What's hood? What's hood? What's the demo? What's the demo? Let me know if we got a problemo. Ayyo From Suitcase City to New Jerus' All my Midwest crews, all my Down-South crews What's hood? [Verse 2: El Juba] Every hood I ever known had trees, bars Goons, liquor, couple of future superstars Church, dogs, mierda, mosca Hierb'. "Stop, Chris. Don't try to resist." Swish Hoopers, hustlers. Used to be cyphers with Freestyles that I, Juba, usually never missed Now it's street vendor rappers—no disc—'cause They're probably watching cash like Goodfellas, the selfish Just angles. Gangsters that play 'em, I either spray 'em Junkies in the PM staying up 'til the AM Bangers living for Colors like Damon Wayans They're slain for violations. These players is not playing There's still folks in nice homes that pay bills And killers with a stare that give granny the chills When we assemble, jack, we keep it moving nimble 'Cause the boys'll crash a party like a cymbal [Hook: All] What's hood? What's hood? What's the demo? What's the demo? Let me know if we got a problemo. Ayyo From Suitcase City to New Jerus' All my West Coast crews, all my East Coast crews What's hood? What's hood? What's the demo? What's the demo? Let me know if we got a problemo. Ayyo From Suitcase City to New Jerus' All my Midwest crews, all my Down-South crews What's hood? [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] Yo, at 9, I'm awoke. Ran outside, seen the smoke From the spot where the World Trade Center once poked I'm up on one-four-tray Lenox Before the gray, twelve blocks up from Probe and Swave. I'll never forget it Though not from that ghetto, that ghetto stay embedded. To Her credit, mama hustled unapologetic on some "Gotta get it." Got it, brought it home by any means Many schemes. Men broke many dreams. Close To nothing, she still made something out of anything Between welfare and sweeping some floors up Clipping coupons, we'd creep a few doors up As if the memory be making her nauseous Heard stories of fieldwork and sleeping on floor dust Kind of shit pushed us to Florida. Hard Blizz', scribbling this rhyme in my yard Them food stamps forced my kind to go hard Still kind inside just like that time on the boulevard When everybody spoke truth and act kind To everybody on the block like it's the last time Regardless of professional pastime, past [?] Or past crime, at that time, we was united And overcame the states that divide us for a time 'Til Ollie Miller stepped up online Yo, what's hood?