Hey yo, spice What's goin on, man? I see five-o over there Is that five-o? [ spice 1 ] Same mutha****as that beat my partner down last week But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side It's finna be on [ d-wiz ] Is that right? [ spice 1 ] Yeah [ d-wiz ] But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on? [ spice 1 ] Same mutha****in neighborhood, man Just tryin to get this **** off the ground This rap thing, you know? [ d-wiz ] Yeah, i heard that ****, man Let them ****** know what time it is [ spice 1 ] Yeah Check it [ verse 1 ] I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks? Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence A ***** didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it He got the task on his ass, better haul it Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit? Or pull a jack move and let the nine click I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette Nothin but the money for the paycheck "another day, another dead up in the alleyway" That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say The california life, task in the palm trees Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's Up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood [ verse 2 ] Funk - is a part of my life It's the sound of the gangster spice Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun Nine mutha****in millimeter, have one Or two or three or four Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore Boom-boom! to the death of a cop Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop Crazy-ass ***** off the peppermint schnapps And now you wonder why young ****** sling hop? Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of **** ****** slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock See a undercover cop raise off the block That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks Cause on the tv they make it look real good But mr. rogers ain't got **** on my ****** up in the neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood [ verse 3 ] Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood Some people get out, but some people stay for good I see a ****fiend yellin he's a o.g. He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me I say, "what up, old man, i seen your face before" It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow He said, "young-ass *****," and then he threw the bottle I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass I started kickin and stompin my *****'s brains out I heard a ***** yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house It was his wife, and the ***** started bustin at me I can't believe this ****, this ***** is trigger-happy Pull out my nine, bust the ***** in the left titty That's how it is in a burned-out ****fiend city And now you're sayin i'm the ***** up to no good If gives a **** if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood
Hey yo, spice What's goin on, man? I see five-o over there Is that five-o? [ spice 1 ] Same mutha****as that beat my partner down last week But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side It's finna be on [ d-wiz ] Is that right? [ spice 1 ] Yeah [ d-wiz ] But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on? [ spice 1 ] Same mutha****in neighborhood, man Just tryin to get this **** off the ground This rap thing, you know? [ d-wiz ] Yeah, i heard that ****, man Let them ****** know what time it is [ spice 1 ] Yeah Check it [ verse 1 ] I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks? Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence A ***** didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it He got the task on his ass, better haul it Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit? Or pull a jack move and let the nine click I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette Nothin but the money for the paycheck "another day, another dead up in the alleyway" That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say The california life, task in the palm trees Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's Up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood [ verse 2 ] Funk - is a part of my life It's the sound of the gangster spice Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun Nine mutha****in millimeter, have one Or two or three or four Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore Boom-boom! to the death of a cop Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop Crazy-ass ***** off the peppermint schnapps And now you wonder why young ****** sling hop? Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of **** ****** slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock See a undercover cop raise off the block That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks Cause on the tv they make it look real good But mr. rogers ain't got **** on my ****** up in the neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood [ verse 3 ] Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood Some people get out, but some people stay for good I see a ****fiend yellin he's a o.g. He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me I say, "what up, old man, i seen your face before" It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow He said, "young-ass *****," and then he threw the bottle I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass I started kickin and stompin my *****'s brains out I heard a ***** yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house It was his wife, and the ***** started bustin at me I can't believe this ****, this ***** is trigger-happy Pull out my nine, bust the ***** in the left titty That's how it is in a burned-out ****fiend city And now you're sayin i'm the ***** up to no good If gives a **** if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ] In my neighborhood (in my neighborhood) In my In my In my neighborhood In my neighborhood
