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Life in the hood, (life in the hood) |
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Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle) |
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Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood) |
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Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle |
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[Dresta] |
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Its like a jungle, sometimes |
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When you rhyme |
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The hood took you under |
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Niggas start to wonder |
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Why you missin all these summers |
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I ain't seen the streets |
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In like five or six weeks |
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Cos i'm back on the cell block |
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Lookin like i'm shell shocked |
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In and out |
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Down south, up north |
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I'm back back, forth and forth |
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I can't seem to keep my black ass outta dough |
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Cos i'm steady doin dirt |
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Put in work for the turf |
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I did a gang of killin |
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And still ain't learnt a damn thing |
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Except how to gang bang |
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Talk slang and shoot game |
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And now I think i'm the mack of the century |
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Cos I got this bitch runnin through the penatentiary |
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But never knowin she was hoe'ing in the hood, black |
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Till the day my homies say 'Dre that bitch a hoodrat' |
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But shoot the package on some nights |
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And i'm alright |
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Just another piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life |
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[Chorus] |
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Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle) |
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If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble) |
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[BG Knocc Out] |
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My life is like a puzzle |
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I thank god for everyday i'm seeing |
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Livin in the world cos i'm bout european |
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Bein, a young black male is like havin on |
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Some gaseline underwear bailin through hell |
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Cos we have no win that we can all see |
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Ask Rodney King, Michael J and Mike T |
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And what about OJ, I think its a set up |
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Pac you said it first but my nigga keep your head up |
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They don't wanna see another black man make it |
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And everything we get that look nice |
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They wanna take it |
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So make it, 187 on the po-lice |
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I'm tired of seein nigga's get stressed |
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And fucked with no grease |
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No peace, no justice |
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Motherfuck this |
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Live BG's doin dirt outta cuttless |
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The three strikes march |
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It didn't help the situation |
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All it did was increase the jail population |
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[Chorus] |
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(Life in the hood is just like a puzzle) |
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Life in the hood is just like a puzzle |
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[Dresta] |
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My homies is a piece to my puzzle |
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I love they ass to death |
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But the more I look around |
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There ain't too many of us left |
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Survival of the fittest |
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And the strong don't survive |
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I can count more real niggas dead than alive |
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So niggas stop the talkin |
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Let that bullshit keep walkin |
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I'm tryin to get mine |
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So quit wasting my time |
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And if I had a dime for everytime I met a bitch |
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That I thought was the shit |
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My ass would be rich |
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But no, i'm broke |
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And bitches ain't a joke |
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Nigga you better check yo bitch, talkin shit |
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Will get that hoe smoked, (i'm down with you baby) |
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Bitch, don't even make a nigga start |
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Tryin to get inside my heart |
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So she can tear my life apart |
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I already got enough strain on my brain |
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Than to be busy worried about some busy ass dame |
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But game, recognise game with the Dresta |
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Fool, I thought you knew about the westside gangsta |
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[Chorus till fade] |
