[Chorus]
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood

[Verse 1]
I like to walk around my hood and smoke the dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees, is they slangin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken down wooden fence
A n***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 the kibble 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 9 click?
I'm in a Cut' late night about 12 o'clock
I see some brothas bustin' caps in a parking lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black 'Vette
Nothin' but the money flow, the paycheck
Another day, a brother 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, slangin' keys
Up in my neighborhood
[Chorus]
In my neighborhood (In my neighborhood)
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood

[Verse 2]
Funk is a part of my life
It's the sounds of the gangsta Spice
1, check out the blast of a shotgun
9 motherfuckin' millimeter, have one
Or two or three or four
'Cause every brother in my hood is hardcore
Boom, boom, hear the death of a cop
Pop, pop, pop, see another one drop
Crazy ass n***a off the peppermint Schnapps
And now you wonder why young n***as slangin' hoppe
Never woulda thought I'd been a dealer of dope
N***as slangin' 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 slangin' rocks
'Cause on the TV, they make it look real good
But Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my n***as up in the neighborhood

[Chorus]
In my neighborhood (In my neighborhood)
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
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 dope fiend yellin' he's a OG
He scratched his head and started starin' like he knows me
I said "What up, old man? I seen your face before"
It was my homie's pop, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
He said, "Young ass n***a," 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 n***a's brains out
I heard a bitch yell "Freeze" and runnin' out the house
It was his wife and the bitch started bustin' at me
I can't believe this shit, this bitch is trigger-happy
Pulled out my 9 and bust the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city
And now you're sayin' I'm the n***a up to no good
I gives a fuck, if you bullshit, get jacked up in my neighborhood

[Chorus]
In my neighborhood (In my neighborhood)
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood