[Intro: Ant Banks, Spice 1]
Ayy, what up, Spice 1?
What's up, Ant Banks?
Know what I'm saying, what's going on in the hood, man?
Nothin' much, man, same old thang, you know
Yeah, tryna get that mail on
Get your mail on, that's the '91 rule
Yeah
You know what I'm saying?
So why don't you get on this mic, kick something funky, and we can get paid together in our own neighborhood
Yeah, that'll work
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, I hear you
Alright, do it
Check it

[Verse 1]
I like to walk around my hood and smoke the dank a lot
I see 'em coolin' by the trees — is they slangin' rocks?
Runnin' through a broken down wooden fence
A clucker didn't have brains 'cause he smoked sinse
Or sess or whatever you wanna call it
He got the task on his back, bettеr haul it
Fiends suckin' up the crack in the backyard
Droppеd 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 mangled body 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, 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 barrel of a handgun
13-clip 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
Murderous lunatic off the peppermint Schnapps
And when you look around, all the brothers slangin' rocks
Never woulda thought I'd been a dealer of dope
Shootin', bangin' and slangin' 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 nothin' on brothers up in my neighborhood

[Chorus]
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 yelled, "Young boy," and then he threw the bottle
I ducked down behind a car and heard the bottle smash
Stepped two feet up and then I banked him fast
I started kickin' and stompin' old homie's brains out
Some lady's telling me, "Freeze" and runnin' out the house
It was his beat-up wife, she started bustin' at me
The baldhead broad, she went trigger-happy
The police came just in the nick of time
Didn't wanna toss her right then, I had to go for mine
Got to the house and started thinkin' what I coulda should
The police woulda just jacked me, rat packed me in my neighborhood

[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
In my, in my, in my neighborhood, hey
In my neighborhood
In my, in my, in my neighborhood