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  • Hey yo, spice
    What's goin on, man?
    I see five-o over there
    Is that five-o?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Same mutha****as that beat my partner down last week
    But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side
    It's finna be on
    [ d-wiz ]
    Is that right?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Yeah
    [ d-wiz ]
    But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Same mutha****in neighborhood, man
    Just tryin to get this **** off the ground
    This rap thing, you know?
    [ d-wiz ]
    Yeah, i heard that ****, man
    Let them ****** know what time it is
    [ spice 1 ]
    Yeah
    Check it
    [ verse 1 ]
    I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot
    I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks?
    Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence
    A ***** didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse
    Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it
    He got the task on his ass, better haul it
    Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard
    Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard
    Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit?
    Or pull a jack move and let the nine click
    I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock
    I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot
    There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette
    Nothin but the money for the paycheck
    "another day, another dead up in the alleyway"
    That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say
    The california life, task in the palm trees
    Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's
    Up in my neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood
    [ verse 2 ]
    Funk - is a part of my life
    It's the sound of the gangster spice
    Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun
    Nine mutha****in millimeter, have one
    Or two or three or four
    Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
    Boom-boom! to the death of a cop
    Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop
    Crazy-ass ***** off the peppermint schnapps
    And now you wonder why young ****** sling hop?
    Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of ****
    ****** slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats
    The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock
    Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock
    See a undercover cop raise off the block
    That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks
    Cause on the tv they make it look real good
    But mr. rogers ain't got **** on my ****** up in the neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood
    [ verse 3 ]
    Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood
    Some people get out, but some people stay for good
    I see a ****fiend yellin he's a o.g.
    He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me
    I say, "what up, old man, i seen your face before"
    It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
    He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
    He said, "young-ass *****," and then he threw the bottle
    I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast
    Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass
    I started kickin and stompin my *****'s brains out
    I heard a ***** yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house
    It was his wife, and the ***** started bustin at me
    I can't believe this ****, this ***** is trigger-happy
    Pull out my nine, bust the ***** in the left titty
    That's how it is in a burned-out ****fiend city
    And now you're sayin i'm the ***** up to no good
    If gives a **** if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood
  • Hey yo, spice
    What's goin on, man?
    I see five-o over there
    Is that five-o?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Same mutha****as that beat my partner down last week
    But i ain't trippin, i got this 187 proof by my side
    It's finna be on
    [ d-wiz ]
    Is that right?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Yeah
    [ d-wiz ]
    But where you stayin at, man, what's goin on?
    [ spice 1 ]
    Same mutha****in neighborhood, man
    Just tryin to get this **** off the ground
    This rap thing, you know?
    [ d-wiz ]
    Yeah, i heard that ****, man
    Let them ****** know what time it is
    [ spice 1 ]
    Yeah
    Check it
    [ verse 1 ]
    I like to walk around my hood, smokin dank a lot
    I see some brothers in the trees, is they slingin rocks?
    Runnin through a broken-down wooden fence
    A ***** didn't have brains cause he smoked sinse
    Or sess, or whatever you wanna call it
    He got the task on his ass, better haul it
    Fiends suckin up the crack in the backyard
    Dropped a pebble on the ground, now he's lookin hard
    Will he keep searchin or will he cease and just forget the hit?
    Or pull a jack move and let the nine click
    I'm in the cut, late night, about 12 o'clock
    I see some brothers bustin caps in a parking lot
    There go my homies rollin up in a black 'vette
    Nothin but the money for the paycheck
    "another day, another dead up in the alleyway"
    That's what the boys in the bay up in cali say
    The california life, task in the palm trees
    Brothers be clockin g's, slingin ki's
    Up in my neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood
    [ verse 2 ]
    Funk - is a part of my life
    It's the sound of the gangster spice
    Warning - check out the blast of a shotgun
    Nine mutha****in millimeter, have one
    Or two or three or four
    Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
    Boom-boom! to the death of a cop
    Pop-pop-pop! - see another one drop
    Crazy-ass ***** off the peppermint schnapps
    And now you wonder why young ****** sling hop?
    Never woulda thought i'd be a dealer of ****
    ****** slingin and bangin and breakin necks and throats
    The spot, it was poppin, but yet the fuzz kept ridin my jock
    Tick-tock, i watch the clock, they flock
    See a undercover cop raise off the block
    That's how it is in the game of slingin rocks
    Cause on the tv they make it look real good
    But mr. rogers ain't got **** on my ****** up in the neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood
    [ verse 3 ]
    Welcome to the ghetto, although i call it my neighborhood
    Some people get out, but some people stay for good
    I see a ****fiend yellin he's a o.g.
    He scratched his head and started starin like he knows me
    I say, "what up, old man, i seen your face before"
    It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
    He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
    He said, "young-ass *****," and then he threw the bottle
    I ducked down, and i had to duck real fast
    Stepped two feet back, and then i banked his ass
    I started kickin and stompin my *****'s brains out
    I heard a ***** yell "freeze!" and runnin out the house
    It was his wife, and the ***** started bustin at me
    I can't believe this ****, this ***** is trigger-happy
    Pull out my nine, bust the ***** in the left titty
    That's how it is in a burned-out ****fiend city
    And now you're sayin i'm the ***** up to no good
    If gives a **** if you're bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood
    [ chorus: larry b. davis & bobby b. ross ]
    In my neighborhood
    (in my neighborhood)
    In my
    In my
    In my neighborhood
    In my neighborhood