Ain't no hope in my hood Couple homies couldn't cope smoking dope in my hood But I could never ever be from no other hood And I could never ever leave my folks in the hood Thank the Lord every morning that I woke in the hood And summers that I rode chrome spokes in the hood If I never sold a meal off what I wrote in my hood I ain't trippin cause know I spoke for my hood I don't give a fuck Ridin with my burner, beat turnt up Ac blowin and my windows down ChuCCin up my hood when I hit your town I don't give a fuCC