Hood Love (feat. Bun B, DJ Premier & Joell Ortiz) - Royce 5'9

It ain’t nothing like love from the hood

Ain’t no feeling like rolling through knowing you good

Cause you been keeping it real

When niggas see you, they salute you

Love from the hood

Ain’t no feeling like rolling through knowing you good

Cause you been keeping it true

When niggas see you, they salute

Royce da 5'9″ give ya ill verses

Ryan Montgomery is the real person

No makeup, that’s why you couldn’t touch me up

I remember being locked up

This nigga walked up, tryna battle, I went ahead and let 'em finish

Then I told 'em, «Do that again, I’mma fuck you up»

Now take a journey through a nigga’s psyche

The only snitch in my life is the chick tryna split up me and wifey

You think you like me, I’m aight with that

I don’t even call my nigga Budden «Mouse», it sound too much like a rat

So may your steps be just like your stacks

High, afraid of death, having a life attack

It’s I, got the soldiers for the coca price

Your poker face on, I’m a turn your channel to the Poltergeist

My outta town niggas know the business

When you land, I’ll come get you, we gon' get it

It ain’t nothing like love from the hood

Ain’t no feeling like rolling through and knowing you good

Cause you been keeping it trill

When niggas see you, they salute you

It ain’t nothing like walking your block

One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no Glock

No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks

Cause real niggas show love and bad bitches on your jock

Every corner got a homie you know well

Even if somebody see a deal, then they won’t tell

Your man say he got the goods, so you trying him out

The ice cream truck roll through, you buying 'em out

The youngstas helping out the old folks, with something hard to do

The kids is playing, nobody beefing and it’s a barbeque

And every backyard with the old school jams on

Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma

Already, everybody’s home, nobody on the yard

We drinking and smoking the night away with no regard

Nobody arguing and everything’s good

Man it ain’t nothing like love from the hood, that’s understood

Come on, it ain’t nothing like love from the hood

Ain’t no feeling like coming through knowing you good

Cause you be keeping it G

When they see you, they salute you

Word, it ain’t nothing like, what I do every other night

Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice

Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice

We spend that wrong doing making money the summer right

The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype

'tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light

A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice

Swear that I be cheating, I’m just fucking nice, cut that

Rug rat, niggas that robbed, never tried your boy

Only just me, no security that I employ

I never need to wear iron toy, I ain’t naive

I just hang with some killers and I’m their pride and joy

But nah, ain’t about that right now

It’s about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow

It’s about them New Year’s on the roof, with your gat like bloaw

Outside the booth I’m the truth, give me dap like «Yaowa»