Growin' Up In The Hood Lyrics - Singles - Compton's Most Wanted

Wake your punk ass up 

The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house 

Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1 

You know what I'm sayin', gia 

Growing up in the hood, yea boy 

1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store 

A little hard head kid came abade 

Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade 

And at home it's the same ass story 

Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me 

But my younger brother's got much clout 

I can't take this shit, so, I bones the hell out 

And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers 

No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers 

A little nigga with no problems at all 

Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball 

Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin' 

Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin' 

But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good 

Growin' up in the hood 

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money 

'Cause in the city you live and let die 

Nutting but bitches and money 

I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder 

But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under 

Police sweat my tip and keep harassin' 

Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin' 

Community tryin' to shut me out 

But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout 

With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers 

Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker 

Always strappin', eager to peal a cap 

I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap 

'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law 

So watch me take two to your jaw 

Don't enter my hood, homeboy 

Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy 

I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good 

Growin' up in the hood 

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money 

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost 

Nothin' but bitches and money 

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit 

And I'm fuckin' up shit 

I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap 

And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps 

As I precede to make my riches 

Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches 

Task force tryin' to roll deep 

But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap 

Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work 

I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt 

Bullets fly through the window 

Hits my brother, down goes my mother 

As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches 

Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches 

I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good 

Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood 

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money 

'Cause in the city you live and let die 

Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah 

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box 

Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks 

And my face is like a household name 

Everybody warns their kids about the dope game 

But I'm still makin' my profit 

And the one time just can't stop it 

So, I keep hidin' my face 

No time to waste, they got me on the chase 

Now, the neighborhood's on my line 

'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime 

5, O at my door, at 8 o'clock 

Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock 

Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout 

Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no clout 

But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn 

That ain't good, growin' up in the hood 

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost 

Compton is the city that I claim 

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure 

Compton is the city that I claim 

Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost 

Compton is the city that I claim 

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure 

Compton is the city that I claim 

City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure