Hood Took Me Under Songtext
von Compton’s Most Wanted

I got another gang story to tell
Peep
About how a black
Nigga was born in hell
And right then and there it′s no hope
'Cause a nigga can′t escape
The gangs and the dope
Damn!
And when it's black on black
That makes it shitty
Can't survive in the Compton city
And fool that′s bet
′Cause when you grow up in the hood
You gotsta claim a set
Geah, It's not that you want
To but you have to

Don′t be a mark

'Cause niggas might laugh you


Straight off the mutherfuckin block
Can′t deal with bustas so

They asses get clocked
Geah, who gives a
Fuck about another
Only got love for my
Fuckin gang brothers
Geah but I'm young so
Nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under
Always strapped and
Eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under
Always strapped and
Eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under
Now I′m a few ages older

Got hair on my nuts and

I'm a little bit bolder
And puttin in work


I has to do my fuckin part
I'm down for the hood and

It′s planted in the heart
Fool
At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so
I skip a lot of classes
′Cause ain't no teaching a
Nigga white reality
Teach me the mutherfuckin
Gang mentality
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker

If he′s from another hood
I gotsta shoot the mutherfucker
Geah I'm in it to win it and can′t quit
Fool, and ready die for this shit
One times can't fade the gang tough
Puttin′ my foot in your ass

To make times rough
I'm the neighbourhood terror
But I never wondered
That the hood would take me under
Always strapped and
Eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under
Always strapped and
Eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under
Police is hot, but I'm watching my back
The hood done took me under
Police is hot, but I′m watching my back
The hood done took me under
I guess I′ll watch my back
'Cause niggas jivin′
Times heard this brother pulled a 187
Who I thought was my
Homie dropped the dime
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine
Fool
So if it's on then
It′s on, fuck ya G
Because how the odds are looking
It's either him or me
So I loads up the strap and I step
′Cause my brain cells are dead
And all I think is death
Revenge
Yeah, that's what it's all about
See the sucker
Take the mutherfucker out
Stare the fool down
With the eye contact
He try to swing so
I draw on him with the gatt
Blast was the sound that
One times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder
Was it worth it I′ve always wondered
Maybe if the hood didn′t take me under
Geah, this going out to all the niggas
It's going out to my niggas
It′s going out to all the niggas
My nigga Mike T maybe
Geah