Chorus (fabolous)

When you grow up in my hood, help dont show up in my hood, gang signs go up in my hood, just cos you in my hood. feel like im trapped in my hood, young kids get clapped in my hood, thats why im strapped in my hood, just cos you in my hood

In my hood
In my hood
In my hood

Verse 1 (fabolous)

Im always close to, feeling like a corner stander stoop to sit on, hallway post up. no matter where i go its always post up, feels just like it in my hood, cops drive in it every 5 minutes. look at your faces pat your waistes, try to find a stash where the gats and base is, i cant say that they racist. but i know it aint the same in they town and as fucked up as it may sound in my hood, theres two ways to make it happen off the streets, balling on the courts or rapping off the beats. you hear the shells tapping off the creek and they clapping off the heat then the yellow tapes trapping off the street. but thats the way we were raised praying to god hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays.

Chorus (fabolous)

When you grow up in my hood, help dont show up in my hood, gang signs go up in my hood, just cos you in my hood. feel like im trapped in my hood, young kids get clapped in my hood, thats why im strapped in my hood, just cos you in my hood

In my hood
In my hood
In my hood

Verse 2 (fabolous)

They drink till the cups dry, eat till the plates clean, niggas be in state greens before they turn 18, round here you never let the beat slide twice, everybody raise them four wings and beef fried rice. the mothers are getting younger today, got one in the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way. we dont have role models but we got those hand guns that hold hollows in my hood. aint no diploams or degrees, but you can get high from the aroma of the trees in my hood. i know it like navigation and fuck having patience, im gonna get mine you better get yours, cos every day is a struggle and one time ride through everyday just to bug you. thats how it is cos your rights be wrong and everybody got a white t on when you in my hood.

Chorus (fabolous)

When you grow up in my hood, help dont show up in my hood, gang signs go up in my hood, just cos you in my hood. feel like im trapped in my hood, young kids get clapped in my hood, thats why im strapped in my hood, just cos you in my hood

In my hood
In my hood
In my hood

Verse 3 (fabolous)

We try to make the most of what we got, you either been hit of been close to getting shot in my hood, any nigga who pulls be getting got and dope heads fiend to get a dose of what we got. young niggas be like they slow but you give them a blunt, bet they roll the weed like a pro, if you a chick it nots a problem to get you laid, but if you stick without a condom itll get you aids. no sesame street kids, watch bet, look up to niggas that aint got a g.e.d, i know a dude with the deadbeat tag, kids dont got diapers but hes riding in the red g wag. in the hood you and your hoods is sure to bump heads and everybody grew up sleeping on a bunk bed there telling me to vote... and i would if it make a change in my hood. motherfucker.

Chorus (fabolous)x 2

When you grow up in my hood, help dont show up in my hood, gang signs go up in my hood, just cos you in my hood. feel like im trapped in my hood, young kids get clapped in my hood, thats why im strapped in my hood, just cos you in my hood

In my hood
In my hood
In my hood