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H.o.o.d. Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

Yea, goin' out to the H double 

That's for you, you, and you 

They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people 

(Wherever I go) Listen 

And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change 

(And everyone knows) 

[Verse One] 

As I travel through various towns and strange places 

I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces 

The game races and cats try to catch it 

Before they know it they know death on a first name basis 

Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin' 

There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin' 

The hood's like a sitcom 

Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone 

Young cats be sellin' the rock 

Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop 

But desperate times call for desperate means 

It all seems so simple when you're just a teen 

Only take one bad apple to poison the good 

This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood 

And wherever I go it's the same as home 

It's the H double O D the name is known 

[Chorus] 

They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people 

(Wherever I go) Listen 

And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change 

(And everyone knows) Listen 

They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people 

(Wherever I go) Listen 

And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change 

(And everyone knows) 

[Verse Two] 

They got wild and rough blocks where it's hard to trust cops 

Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn 

That kid was a fine scholar 

Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars 

Young mothers trying to learn the ropes 

And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes 

They keep hoping that they number coming 

They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin' 

Old ladies keep they purse in the front 

Cuz them fiends on the prowl it's the first of the month 

And you still feel good when you there, yup 

And you know you in the hood when you there 

They got one in every spot on the planet 

And if you wasn't raised there you prolly can not stand it 

Some call it the hood I'm calling it home 

And there's love feel it all in my poem...what they got? 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

H dot O dot O dot D 

Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me 

Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies 

Or fifty other spots that are just like these 

Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well 

Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell 

Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas 

Where some so broke they're not used to breakfast 

Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too 

D.C. feel me, I can tell they do 

When will it change? Never I know 

And I see the same things wherever I go 

[Chorus] 

*beat stops* 

They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people 

 

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