Yo’ Hood

Lyrics

[Verse: Mac Dre] I grew up in the Bay Area around a gang of robbin' and shootin' Looked up to legends like Felix Mitchell, Huey P. Newton And Todd Shaw a.k.a Too $hort Blowin' big hashish with dank that'll make you choke Young Mac Dre, causin' major damage Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich Grown, gone on bomb seedless hemp Hound for potential prostitutes who need a pimp But now I'm bendin' corners, fresh out the rallies Chokin' on roper in the back of Denali's Drinkin' that snake bite, Yukon Jack And boy, I ain't right without my strap 'Cause them cutthroat bandits will split yo' wig In the streets of Killafornia, ya dig? It's goin' down, dog, I'm in your town, dog Got to let your peeps know how I clown, dog In the end get it, comin' with that Blackhand sound You thinkin' I can't clown? Let me put my mack hand down [Chorus: Killa, Mac Dre ] How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, fool How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, son You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, fool How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, son You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, fool How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, son You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, fool How yo' hood look? It's full of gangsters, son You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same