Текст пісні Back 2 Da Hood - Emanuel Brown, Fresh C

Back 2 Da Hood

Back 2 the hood
Where they dare your ass to go flex
No checks, they been grinding
Make they ends stretch
Staying fresh on the avenue
Ducking red and blue
They flagging to, hear them sirens
Then it’s time to move
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear
Dodged the morgue, by another year
Them vice vans might reappear
The steady struggle of just living here
Better come correct, go protect neck
That ain’t a threat, but it’s popping in these streets
Days feel like weeks, motherfuckas never sleep
Step to me, better watch how you speak
That chrome ready, get to shooting them rounds
How it sounds, it’s not safe with children around
Give me my escape, think I found a way
Gridiron play, take a shot to make the NBA
If not that, then I’ll cook away
Build my stripes in this powder game
Cuz that ziploc, fund the wrist watch
You get stock
Get a Ferrari, from cutting these rocks
You be shocked, from all that I seen
Close to game over, yeah at fifteen
I felt obligated, it’s in my genes
Rep your set, get respect & the green
I wanted in to the life of a five
No jive
But the OG’s, said I can’t ride
Wanted in to be repping the slime
Chase the grind
But Joe told me
Let’s keep you alive
Back 2 the hood
Where they dare your ass to go flex
No checks, they been grinding
Make they ends stretch
Staying fresh on the avenue
Ducking red and blue
They flagging to, hear them sirens
Then it’s time to move
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear
Dodged the morgue, by another year
Them vice vans might reappear
The steady struggle of just living here
Fresh C Verse
Am I half white
Or half crazy
Picket signs outside
Depict the color lines in my city
Police sirens
Been quiet
Since the peace treaty
Red and blue Nike Cortez
Cover the sky’s beauty
(Naw)
You don’t know the half of it
My teacher told me i ain’t shit
But a stupid Mexican
Your people trim my trees
You fucking spic
Why don’t you hang from it
She took her own advice
& her life
Overdosin' on heroin
There I am
Peddlin' medicine
(forty second & third)
Giving blessings, out of cellophane
(Word)
Hiding my devilish grin
Under my Los Angeles brim
Killing my own kind
With poisonous amphetamine
Pledging allegiance
To the bandana, In my denim man
Dying over the color
He spilled when they killed that man
(Damn)
Cut with the cloth they imitate
Images they portray
Engraved in my equilibrium
With a switch blade
Let me demonstrate
Spark to the bomb
They detonate
Resonate
Fuck I hate this place
One step from heaven
Knee deep in hell, dodging a early fate
Catching a stray
Was my biggest nightmare
Dreams turned into reality
Porky died, right here
Back 2 the hood
Where they dare your ass to go flex
No checks, they been grinding
Make they ends stretch
Staying fresh on the avenue
Ducking red and blue
They flagging to, hear them sirens
Then it’s time to move
It ain’t a game, we going make it clear
Dodged the morgue, by another year
Them vice vans might reappear
The steady struggle of just living here