[Intro: D-Wiz and Spice 1]
Hey yo Spice, what's goin' on man
That sound like 5-0 over there, is that 5-0?
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week
But I ain't trippin' I got the 187 proof by my side it's finna be on
Is that right? But where you stayin' at man, what's goin' on?
Same muthafuckin' neighborhood, man
Just tryin' ta get this shit off the ground, this rap thang, ya know
Yeah I heard that shit, let these n***as know what time it is
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
I like to walk around my hood smokin' dank a lot
I see some brothers in the trees as 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 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 a cut late night about twelve o'clock
I see some brothas bustin' caps in a parkin' lot
There go my homies rollin' up in a black 'Vette
Nuthin' but the money for the paycheck
Another day a brother dead 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
[Hook]
In my neighborhood

[Verse 2: Spice 1]
Funk is a part of my life
It's the sounds of the gangsta Spice
One, check out the blast of a shotgun
Nine muthafuckin' milimeter 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 drops
Crazy ass n***a off the peppermint Schnapps
And now ya wonder why young n***as slangin' hoppe
Never would've thought I'd be a deala o' 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 him look real good
But Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my n***as up in the neighborhood

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
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 O.G
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 banged 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 trigga happy
Pulled out my nine and bust the bitch in the left titty
That's how it is in a burnt-out dope fiend city
And now your sayin' I'm the n***a up to no good
I gives a fuck if your bullshit get jacked up in my neighborhood
[Hook]