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Down in the Hood
Artist(s): G-Stack
Label: Black Toast Records

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap


Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Street, Strip Club, Urban


Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer


BPM:
90


Key:
C♯m


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Down in the Hood

Down in the Hood

Intro
It's a little rough down in our hood. Sometimes you don't even know (space) if you gonn' make it through the next day. You know, we down here don' what we gotta do to survive (space).

Whatever it takes (space). It's do or die (space)

When you ain't got nothin' (space), you do what you gotta do!!!

Chorus
Down in the Hood
We comin'
Down in the Hood
We gunnin'
Down in the Hood
We hangin, Roll out hit the street
We bangin

Repeat 1X

1st Verse
More smokin' & croakin' down in the hood
Know folks don died floating like a bloc a wood

We choose to chop & chop and
Move it block to block
Seen a little money now we just can stop- What?

Lookin' like ya wanna run up... Look like ya not
Think you gonna rob me
That's how a playa gets shot

I was bummy wit da homie just yesterday,
Moved a bundle on the humble- stacked
Now I'm on my way!!

Partnas on the streets loc'in-up
Everybody's fingers on a trigga'
dey might erupt

Fiends on da hunt schemin'- comin' by the spot
I keep a AR under the couch
What would you do if you were hot?

I keep unloadin' the glock
Dis is 4 block!
Gang descendant
I've been shown a lot

How to rock cane
Blow a brain
Rollin? Call my main
Foes I fold 'em
Team a killas
Now the streets know my name

Repeat Chorus

2nd Verse
Two on the corner, six on the 4th floor
All da covers is rovin' knowin' it won't go

Tell all the fellas, tell all dey chickens dat don't know
If they need da dough and down for a trip
Den here we go!!

Dey bugged da celly so get wit me
Feel da heat split it
Pour it down the drain
Twenty strong and we sic wit it

We up'd the grimeyness during my reign
Yall sheep in this jungle, ya fallin'
And I'm Orangutan

Check the po(lice) file
She Used to be a queen
Now she a hooker
Saw her wit' a cop just chillin' for five minutes
if they book her
And it get back she get to talkin'
den I'll have to cook her
Playin' checkers when its chess boy I'll have to rook her

Locked & Cocked cause up in dese streets is BIG BEEF
No telling what they'll do behind a pipe and some coca leaf

But if you wanna get loose lips messin wit my grip
They'll probably find ya body in ya wip - DON'T PLAY WIT' ME!!!

Repeat Chorus

3rd Verse
Soldiers we roll wit da 44 nixin'
all da phonies in da mix while we on our mission
Lbs. of work up in tha mo- bags is glistenin'
From Vaseline
When da phone ring
Da feds' listenin'

I'm up to da challenge. My foes quick ta dump
Young crooks dey wanna move up
Da lure of a buck

My head up on a swivel since a brotha blew up
Cause where we grew up
Ya girl a pump two in ya gut

Vamp
In my hood
It's life or death
These streets don't play

Down in da hood it's do-or-die
Make a bad move and you can lose your life

Repeat



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