Songtext:
[Max Minelli talking] Magnetfolie bedrucken Fa show doe Say Hap, I wanna let 'em get a feel of my hood, though Know what I'm talkin' bout? Let's do dat..
[Background Voice-Sped up sample; sounds like a small child/woman.] Ooh la la la Baby I'm so high I feel like I'm in Paradise Your lovin' caught me by surprise You make me say oooh... aaah.. I just wanna be with you Be With just and only you You make me say (Now, now make it Bounce, bounce) [continues throughout song]
[Max Minelli talking] Yeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hood Yeah. Bounce, bounce. In my hood Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We be fuckin' the game up when we do it like this I love the niggaz in my hood Yeah, yeah. Know Wha'I'm talkin' bout? Wan' take a walk though the hood with me? Come on
[Verse One] Come take a walk on the wild side, the nigga, foul side They done shot up the corner, now none the children can go outside That's how they actin' Now holla when you bout some jackin' Boys spillin' them guts and they tryin' to wipe it up with napkins Back in the game it wasn't quite this tragic Capture the magic, smokin' on somethin' up in traffic I'm a step away from bein' psychopathic, tryin' to fall back Beepin' the weedman, but he ain't never call back I'm a lifetimer liftin' weights away from being cock strong But don't let that get ya wrong, I know how to cock comb I can make beef with ya, or make bread with ya Duck a fed with ya Say it with ya Bust a head with ya On the same block pops got the blues on I'm a lil' homie done went to jail, but my shoes on But I been hustlin' since I had Underoos on Reppin' for my hood I'm a fool 'till the tombstone, tombstone In my hood
[Chorus part 1: 2x] Yeah, Yeah. In my hood I love the thugs in my hood I love the broads in my hood I got much love for my hood
[Chorus part 2] Yeah, Yeah. In my hood Hah? Yeah. In my hood In my hood I got much love for my hood Yeah, Yeah. In my hood Uh, uh. In my hood In my hood I got much love for my hood
[Verse Two] Say lil' man, let me tell ya what it feel like What bein' real like What grippin' wood wheel like And packin' steel like Then what duckin' the cops like What bleedin' blocks like What ridin' on chops like And bein' out the box like At the stoplight, not a worry in the world Though we all grown up, we still boys and girls I still hold my own I'm well known, on a blow up phone Makin' a deal with the Pope, tryin' to sew up Rome I had to grow up wrong, but it's safe to say I stayed focused and I came up in a major way Pay attention to what you do and all the thangs you say I ain't trippin', I'm just makin' sure everythangs okay Countin' days Think I'm a dog in a two-man cage I'm on a whole nother page Gettin' smarter with age If you want to retaliate, let me be part of the rage We went from watchin' cartoons to countin' war wounds In my hood
[Chorus p1 2x]
[Chorus p2 1x]
[Verse Three] Nowadays Everybody wanna be hard and say they real with that But catch a case and they don't know how to deal with that Whatever happened to takin' your lick and takin' your trip Scorin' all your work soft, then makin' it flip Now niggaz tellin' on they homeboys, thinkin' they sick You say you real nigga, be it, stop fakin' this shit I got G, for niggaz growin' up on me Smokin' too much weed then throwin' up in the street A million and one ways to use thug in a sentence Talkin' on the blow up phone with five thousand minutes And it's, nothin' sick about hustlin' hard And a nigga can't even pay you what you're chargin' And who would I be, to rap about money, jewelry, and cars And it be grown women ill and children out here starvin' Still lookin' up to God and I'm hopin' he pardon My ways, because I gotta get it on like Marvin In my hood
[Chorus p1 2x]
[Chorus p2 1x]
[Just the voice 4x] Ooh la la la Baby I'm so high I feel like I'm in Paradise Your lovin' caught me by surprise You make me say oooh... aaah... I just wanna be with you With just you and only you You make me say
