Hood Robbin' Lyrics - I Am The West - Ice Cube

Man, I ain't gon' be shit in the morning 

After drinking that, uh 

If I can sell you the American dream 

I can sell you anything 

I got to get out, I'm getting put out of my house 

I got to pack up my refrigerator and couch 

It's a set-up, but the bank wants me out 

Or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me out 

This adjustable rate, it choked me out 

They gave me a loan, and I had no clout 

They gave me a house for me and my spouse 

Called my mamma and my aunt, y'all should refinance 

I let 'em dance with the devil 

Dig they own grave, and I gave them the shovel 

Fuck, my daddy built that house 

And when he got drunk, he almost killed that house 

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Is this American dream or the American scheme 

That got me walking these American streets? 

It's kinda sad when you have to get a hernia 

'Cause you help your grandmamma move furniture 

If I could sell you the American dream 

I could sell you anything 

Look at this maggot with a stimulus package 

I can give a fuck about a Dow Jones average 

What the fuck you do when your paycheck is average? 

Law abiding citizen turned into a savage 

Got to feed the children, got to feed the habit 

Fell into a rabbit hole chasing that rabbit 

Now I'm in Wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam 

I'm at your West Coast branch, gun in hand 

I'ma feel like Superman, walk by the teller 

Better call a trooper, man 

It's the revenge of the lambs 

Big Bad Wolf, we sick of these scams 

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Sick of these plans, sick of this dance 

Walked into his office, took the 9 out my pants 

You not a man, you a serpent 

Then I prayed to God and let the 9 get to work 

I better get to workin', you know I heard they hood robbin' 

Your money or your life and it ain't no stopping 'em 

I better get to workin', you know I heard they hood robbin' 

Your money or your life and it ain't no stopping 'em 

Ain't that a bitch 

When you got to steal from the poor and give to the rich 

Ain't that a bitch 

When you got to steal from the poor and give to the rich 

Uh, drug dealer, M.D. 

Doctor Feel Good, give you what you need 

In California, prescribe that weed 

OxyContin and codeine 

Turn your grandmamma into a fiend 

I see the sign, not at first, it ain't free 

I know you 'bout to die, but let me see your ID 

I know you 'bout to lie, but can you pay this fee? 

If you can't pay, then please have a seat 

You can't see a doctor, but you could see a priest 

We can't save your life 'til we got some assurance 

Your premium is paid at that insurance 

I hope you got endurance 

They got me on hold, and I'm under the influence 

Nurse high as a kite in charge with my life 

And everything is lost without Blue Cross 

You know I heard they hood robbin' 

Your money or your life and it ain't no stopping 'em 

You know I heard they hood robbin' 

Your money or your life and it ain't no stopping 'em 

Ain't that a bitch 

When you got to steal from the poor and give to the rich 

Ain't that a bitch 

When you got to steal from the poor and give to the rich 

Whatever you need 

We got it for cheap right here, baby 

This America, it ain't gonna cost you nothing 

But a arm and a leg 

Maybe one of them motherfuckin' ears 

Don't trip, just put it on your credit card 

Put it in your baby name