Things in Tha Hood - DFC & M.C. Breed

Uh, back to the hood of things Finally the TDRE is representing the PA So back up and all you loud mouths shut the hell up It's time to talk about the rumors we been hearing Stab me in my back and when I see you, chump you cheering You really jealous 'cause we're doing things, going places I should smack the phony smile off your face Before I made it, it was Jack Rules Town Yeah, so give me 30 cash for a fifty dollar food stamp That's the way it was and still is But people say we sold out since we hit the business uh Uh, so I decided to produce a gangsta swing To take it back to the hood of things Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things) 4x Uh, you used to be down, uh, you used to be poor, uh But now you're all that, because you do tours People call me Campbell because they think I'm suit Up on myself because I made a little loot You got famous model Benz, a Rollie through the hood Yeah, and the old dirty burger joint still smellin' good Uh, to show you ain't a damn thing change So come correct fool when you flex my name And if you don't punk, I gotta let you know Good Times is our favorite show Yeah, so here's a little funky gangsta swing To take you back to the hood of things Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things) 6x Ayo, R can we smack 'em with a third verse? Hell yeah! Well it's the third time the wreck shop'll get busy I'm with friends so way more open up so I can make my entry I'ma talk about the shit that been killing me 'Cause you been bumpin' your guns like Wrigleys G Sayin' he sounds like this, he sounds like that He sounds like this, he sounds like that Oh, what the fuck sounds like a nut in the middle of your gut Because you're full of jealousy because my fans love me Allah gave me talent, uh, so all praises to the Lord, see That's why I had to smack you with a gangsta swing To take you back to the hood of things Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things) Well it's the 4th runner-up, last but not least It's the C-K-E-L to the Y, G You see my brother sold crack for a Benz That's when I had to step right up and put my two cents in How come you don't shoot craps like you used to? None of your business, get out of my face, fool Uh, because you're makin' me nervous And I'm about to knock you in your teeth Some say stone styles'll try to baffle I'm the real record and you just a weak sample Yeah, that's why he came up with a gangsta swing, uh To take you fools back to the hood of things Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things)

Yeah gangster Dresta just step to this mother fucker And this one goes out to all the OG's out there And I can't forget the baby gangster's What's up nigga's My nigga that came back with some of that ol' school original West Coast shit nigga That got all y'all on this dick first place, yeah So run that city, shit Cruising down tha street in my '64 Jacking tha freaks, clocking the dough Went to the park the get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoop A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G He rolled down his window and he started to say It's all about making that GTA 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta) (Wrong nigga to fuck with) (Straight up, straight up, straight up gangster) (Wrong nigga to fuck with) Donald B's in tha place to give me the pace He said my man JD is on free base The boy JD was a friend of mine Until I caught him in my car trying to steal a Alpine I chased him up tha street to call a truce Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, L.A. Times front page 'Cuse tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) (Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill Nigga's out there making that dollar I pulled up in my '64 Impala They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinking And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinking Left to get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the Bacardi I went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe said something that made me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talking shit, wouldn't ya know? Reached back like a pimp, slapped tha hoe Her father jumped up and he started to shout So I bombed on pops, knocked his old ass out 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (And if a sucker talks shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker talks shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker shit, I give him up) Now I'm rolling hard, now under control Then wrapped the '64 around a telephone pole I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother" Throw it in the gutter and go buy another Walking home and I see the G-ride Now Kat is driving Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over A undercover cop in a dark green Nova Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest He socked tha pig in the head for rippin' his Guess Now G is caught for doing tha crime Slap defense on tha boy, he'll do some time 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) I went to get them out but there was no bail My nigga's caused a riot in the county jail Two days later in municipal court Kilo G on trial, straight cut a fart "Obstruction of tha court", said the judge On a six year sentence, my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "fire", then came Susie The bitch came in wit a submachine Uzi Police shot tha bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit

Yo Me bajo del taxi, el imbécil me llama petti Lmaooo Di que el conoce a mis babies y que le han hablado de mi what Que iba difamando su nombre y dándole boca en la street xium Y que cuando esté pler me cojera kler y me comerá bit Pussy Estábamo' en la carretera, el bobo delante y le dije que espera Salen corriendo como cuatro peras AJ está ardiendo Bastis si me tela Yo estaba aston pero tela Meco la tin y di rest me la pela Taxi La bespa y esprín como vela Y de lejos veo el filo y el man dando bela Woyoi Como no Animal, AJ le dejo con un beef dental, to con dos stout en mi genital Na fil plenti blood so danstal den tal What Al final yo que te he bosao, to tieso en el suelo oyao Halawalay Te hemos closado la mot Unamaiveacumdamon Eso te pasa por ser todo un lambón Por creerte King King Kong Kong Fuera agáchate y cogeme el Kong Kong Those quie'es son, sim son bread doy chop Solo voy back si el doman es cop Si tú das bot mi sef a de bot, también quiero biff en el move no hay stop Muff Eso te pasa por ser todo un lambón Por creerte King King Kong Kong Fuera agáchate y cogeme el Kong Kong Those quie'es son, sim son bread doy chop Solo voy back si el doman es cop Si tú das bot mi sef a de bot, también quiero beef en el move no hay stop Muff Tu no probaste mi hand, tu amigo tuvo Pisang Woyoi AJ es un animal, mira como lefa a mi man Woyoi Why u wanna play inna jungle, si eres un bungo sabor a mango Stock de pal dique bando y no mekas nada, acabas cotando Yo Cambiamos de kwatta ahora estamos en casa de Ebuco Woi woi Sabe que tengo mi truco Y si ese doman no me encuentra le busco Gemelos fenam A los perros se les educa but no son perros son perras de estupro Fiban a barras de yuca con mendja de yaya lo chopo no escupo Yo, Yo no soy malo me gusta que todo esté Sweet sin sal, but When me jiban la news mi cabeza da kres, mene donde están Mohamed a empezado la coda con un negrata le colan que Atasco Chulo contento lek boda, le dije tu donde vas que te casco No aguanto, que se llame chulo ese man con su cara de espanto Y cuánto you bin toca cha mi pa que no notaras mi tacto Acabaron los cuatro escapando Aqui no es España estás en el bando Cami de AJ ya está volando ya decía yo que ya estamos tardando Ebuco labando alabrasa y todo pasaba en la recta de su casa Nos preguntaba que lo que nos pasa, yo con AJ y el doman en la mesa Sote su cara ya pesa, te hemos dejando como un chico fresa Luko bifo y me pregunto qué pasa, otro grupo Otro plaba, otro beef si que empieza Saraa Jesús, que tensión mene cuantos son Menos mal que traje Kong Kong Mal Pisang si no presto atención Halawalay Me juraron dos hoyos mal Mohamed si se puso de frente, su cara no miente, hablaba que boyos Me chucas antes que a mi broda Mohamed Si yapaba le siaba los ojos, este si que tiene cojones No como to los maricones que fueron corriendo escuchan mis canciones, ay Eso te pasa por ser todo un lambón Por creerte King King Kong Kong Fuera agáchate y cogeme el Kong Kong Those quie'es son, si son bread doy chop Solo voy back si el doman es cop Si tú das bot mi sef a de bot, también quiero biff en el move no hay stop Muff Eso te pasa por ser todo un lambón Por creerte King King Kong Kong Fuera agáchate y cógeme el Kong Kong Those quie'es son, si son bread doy chop Solo voy back si el doman es cop Si tú das bot mi sef a de bot, también quiero biff en el move no hay stop Muff

Big city lights, big city name Where the only thing you know is the dope-dealing game Makin' that money just as fast as you can And this pride is yours in bein' a dopeman Rollin' big cars and carryin' big knots Niggas pushin' Benzes with the drop-tops Bitches all around, all over the place Eyes open wide for a sap to chase They just lookin' for a fool to pay the rent But bitch, you're dead wrong, you won't get a cent Girlies out there, they don't know my name MC Breed and that's me and that's one and the same I went from pushin' ki's of pure d caine To writin' Def lyrics for the Underground Slang Money bustin' out my socks The U-n-d-e-r-ground Punk, don't make a sound DFC comin' through like, move 'Cause ain't shit for my posse to prove Poppin' caps don't matter, brain cells scatter We head away on a 20 feet ladder Free as a bird, time to pass go The posse break out, and T's drivin' real slow Lights start flashin' all in my face Red said, "Fuck it," and began to race Went 20 miles up, ridin' through T looked at me, said, peep the gas tank To hell with it, pull on the side of the road "Get our of your jeep", man, you are cold I yelled out the roof, "Fuck you hoes" We paid 20 grand for bullet-proof windows 2 ounces of dope in my fix-a-flat 2 rounds of ammo for my personal gat Killed a 8 Ball, I'm ready to go The sounds of flashing nine made my blood flow Jumped on the roof and sprayed the beam light 20 dead cops who ain't nothin' nice People don't know us and they call us a gang But we fo' raw niggas from the Underground Slang The Underground Slang Man, cold 40s, man Lay back, you know 'm sayin'? Some of these girlies out there, you know 'm sayin'? The homie Red, you know 'm sayin'? Cash T, Technology, me MC Breed The whole DFC posse, you know 'm sayin'? Standin' for the 'Dope Force Connection Peace

Eh yo! creep with the t double-e from flint This crazy mother fucker that's always been Fuckin' up as i bust shots and lots of clips And, breakin' these niggaz down fo' they shit See, i give a fuck about a bitch, switch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Which, won't take too much time So this stupid mother fucker can't drop the dime I'm, back to the street (With what nigga) With gangster shit and dope beats T double-e's fin to get my cash on So i get my blast on Grab my clip and dash home So it's on in the city where i slide Forget about the troubles and get nine to five and get high Chillin' with the dfc And i got nineteen niggaz behind me Ready to get busy Who is he I'm making it plain So you stupid mother fuckers won't forget my name It's like, murder, murder, and movin' up on my hits And always keep a nine up on my side and fuck that bullshit Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Peep, i'm representin' to you, snipin' My nigga tee don't give no fuck about a fight It's the one, two, three, ghetto life sound Boom, boom, boom, they all fall down Now here's a little story about a nigga on the run Never leaves the pound without packing a gun Paranoid, unemployed, but making bank Strapped, standing up on the corner slangin' dank It's the dfc, in the c-i-t, y F-l-i-n-t, i Take these niggaz on the warpath Poppin' em, stoppin' em, drop em in the bloodbath Niggaz got to clown So, every since i got back i've been puttin' it down And straight fuckin' up shit And it don't quit Now i'm the mother fucker tellin' you to get to dig beyyatch! This is fo the husler's yo Capone with the light skin, tone with the flow Here we go, check one, two with this Dick in yo mouth as we do it like this beyyatch! Straight bumpin' in the '68 chevrolet impala Bitches wanna follow, swallow Deez mother fucking nuts! Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) I'm starin' at the corner in my room at night I picks up the pen so i make my shit tight And i write, daily to keep my rhymes dope And big man's think that can hang when i quote Choke ho's as i cough those with lots of dick To, let 'em know i'm down fo my shit Yo ho, ass i might blast But first i want yo cash Then yo bitch, no switch What it is, twitch No i don't want yo bitch Cuz bitches ain't shit But mother fucking ho's and tricks Roll where the streets meet at Where hood meets hood, with bat 'n strap Ready to peel a cap and rat tat tat tat goes the nine In the c-i-t-y where i slide I break a mother fucker when i gots to With my glock too Many niggaz ball and make it hot To stop, and grab your cock and pop And do the wok We cop thirty six and slang dope on our block And keep a down bitch in yo corner And if you disrespect then fuck nigga you's a gonna Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch) Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch Nigga figgaz he's bigga, dig a bigga ditch (bitch)