[Intro: Keith David] The hood mentality is a crippling disease that attacks your nervous system It makes you nervous of the system Gangsters and hood rats are especially susceptible to this grown-stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from, but it's not what I am
[Verse 1: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, I'mma be a dope dealer I'mma be a killer, yep a urban guerrilla I'mma stack scrilla, yeah buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like "Thriller" Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh Steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggas smell, keep coming back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I'm a slave man to this caveman without Geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunning niggas down cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mister Mister Controversy Now I wanna beg for mercy, should have took my ass to Berkeley
[Hook] If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? (Repeat x4)
[Verse 2: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So fuck that thinking, fuck that thinking Fuck them Lincolns, I want Franklins Come back through here with my crew, I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool coming in your living room Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my ass up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick (I wanna be like Pacman Jones), (I wanna be like Michael Vick) I wanna be like Barry Bonds, (I wanna be like O.J. Simpson) Leave this field, leave this prison Tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, moving all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like Broadway Joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few Bentleys, now I just ride a bike
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ice Cube] Fuck school nigga, they ain't trying to educate me All they give a fuck is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no fucking elf No kid left behind but he get the runaround Can't you motherfuckers see that they trying to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, President is for sale He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's ass if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a ho But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
