Compton's Most Wanted - Growin' Up In The Hood Lyrics

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Wake your punk ass up

The m.c eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house

Kickin' the straight gangster shit for the 91

You know what i'm sayin' gia

Growing up in the hood yea boy

1984 was the year my peers didn't know what was in store

A little hard head kid came abade

Time to pay my dues learn the tricks of the trade

And at home it's the same ass story

Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me

But my younger brother's got much clout

I can't take this shit so i bones the hell out

And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers

No shorts are taken we're down black brothers

A little nigga with no problems at all

Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball

Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop lookin'

Stagger to the house so i can collect my whoopin'

But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money

'cause in the city you live and let die

Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and will i escape sometimes i wonder

But it just seems that the hood that took me under

Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'

Trying to lock me up 'cause i keep on blastin'

Community tryin' to shut me out

But the money keeps flowin' and i got much clout

With the cluckers the brother back street punk suckers

Try to break me out fool you be a short motherfucker

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Always strappin' eager to peal a cap

I set up a trap put your foot to a nap

'cause i grew up fast on the wrong side of the law

So watch me take two to your jaw

Don't enter my hood homeboy

Not a robocop a robogansta ready to destroy

I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good

Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

Where i'm at if you're soft you're lost

Nothin' but bitches and money

1987 i'm back on the scene out of jail i'm legit

And i'm fuckin' up shit

I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap

And i heard that my hood was makin' snaps

As i precede to make my riches

Just like the neighborhood kingpin pimp and all these bitches

Task force tryin' to roll deep

But i'm playin' these punk fools cheap

Niggas rolled by and try to blast it didn't work

I seen the bullets flying and fool i hit the dirt

Bullets fly through the window

Hits my brother down goes my mother

As i'm rolling i'm hitting my switches

Looking for the punk ass sons of bitches

I found them before i kill 'em i said you fucked up good

Gotta handle that growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money

'cause in the city you live and let die

Nothin' but bitches and money yeah

A brother's on the run i've got a hand in my stash box

Wanted 'cause i'm serving them the potent fat rocks

And my face is like a household name

Everybody warns their kids about the dope game

But i'm still makin' my profit

And the one time just can't stop it

So i keep hidin' my face

No time to waste they got me on the chase

Now the neighborhood's on my line

'cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime

5 o at my door at 8 o'clock

Rush to the toilet so i could flush the rock

Out the backdoor freeze i heard a shout

Am i sure yo i guess i got no clout

But it's murder one i'm the victim damn

That ain't good growin' up in the hood

Where i'm at if you're soft you're lost

Compton is the city that i claim

City that i fucked take no shit from it sure

Compton is the city that i claim

Where i'm at if you're soft you're lost

Compton is the city that i claim

City that i fucked take no shit from it sure

Compton is the city that i claim

City that i fucked take no shit from it sure

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