In My Neighborhood

In My Neighborhood - Spice 1 Lyrics

Hey yo, Spice, what's goin' on, man?

I see five-O over there, is that five-O?

Same muthafuckas 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, is that right? Yeah

But where you stayin' at, man, what's goin' on?

Same muthafuckin' neighborhood, man

Just tryin' to get this shit off the ground

This rap thing, you know? Yeah, I heard that shit, man

Let them niggas know what time it is, yeah, check it



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 nigga 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



In my neighborhood

In my, in my, in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood



Funk, is a part of my life

It's the sound of the gangster Spice

Warning, check out the blast of a shotgun

Nine muthafuckin' 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 nigga off the peppermint schnapps

And now you wonder why young niggas sling hop?



Never woulda thought I'd be a dealer of dope

Niggas 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 shit on my niggas up in the neighborhood



In my neighborhood

In my, in my, in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood



Welcome to the ghetto, although I call it my neighborhood

Some people get out, but some people stay for good

I see a dopefiend 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 nigga," 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 nigga'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

Pull out my nine, bust the bitch in the left titty

That's how it is in a burned-out dopefiend city

And now you're sayin' I'm the nigga up to no good

If gives a fuck if you're Bush, you get jacked up in my neighborhood



In my neighborhood

In my, in my, in my neighborhood

In my neighborhood