Yo' Hood - 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

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