Nobody Loves The Hood

Huey

Composição de: Mikkel Storleer Eriksen / Taj Jackson / Tor Erik Hermansen / Mikkel S. Eriksen / Lawrence Franks, Jr
Huey Talking:
This goes out to all my kids out there in the hood..ya know
 going threw the struggle and what not.
Theres always something bad that could happen in the 
hood...ya know. (yea)

Chorus:
Momma where you at.
Daddy where you at, the hoods out of control, time to fight
 back. Kids just doing time, aint nothing but crime, 
because they dont believe the sun can still shine. Waiting 
to long, now its a problem, You see what it is how it go 
wrong, ooh thats understood, cause nobody loves the hood.

Verse 1:
Man this hook is too true to believe in. Where da hell is 
ya momma and daddy when you need em. Born in the hood, so 
the hoods in ya heart, though nothings been good in the 
hood from the start. Either you was with ya momma, or never
 had a daddy. Or never had neitha, and was raised wit ya 
granny. Its a cold a** world, fa the younga generation. In 
err hood, somebody would time to be facing for a fuc*ed up 
reason, a bad as* time, den gave up,they dont think the sun
 still shine. Brush it against the wall, forced to do 
crime. Some say they'll die, before they do time. Cause 
jail aint the place to be, might be fa you, but aint fa me 
(yea). You enjoying yo life, why, cause yo fists grip wood,
 the kids doing bad, cause nobody loves da hood.

Chorus:
Momma where you at. Daddy where you at, the hoods out of 
control, time to fight back. Kids just doing time, aint 
nothing but crime, because they dont believe the sun can 
still shine. Waiting to long, now its a problem, You see 
what it is how it go wrong, ooh thats understood, cause 
nobody loves the hood.
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Verse 2:
Man the kids always getting lectured. But what do you 
expect when they have no direction. Father in jail, mother 
strung out. No curfew, late nights, hung out. Getting money
 on the zone, now its a problem, cause they selling white 
rocks, carrying a revolver. Errbody gotta eat, somehow, 
someway. Wishin they'll make it out, somehow someday. They 
can put the drugs down, and pick up the books, Theres only 
a few good cops, cause most of them crooks. Suppossed to 
protect and serve, but now they got the nerve. They want 
criminals up off of the curb. Its a cold as* world, 
especially for male, they filling up more than half of all 
jails. The government got the world understood, I dedicate 
this to the ones who love the hood.

Chorus:
Momma where you at. Daddy where you at, the hoods out of 
control, time to fight back. Kids just doing time, aint 
nothing but crime, because they dont believe the sun can 
still shine. Waiting to long, now its a problem, You see 
what it is how it go wrong, ooh thats understood, cause 
nobody loves the hood.

Bridge:
Stand strong all my lil soilders, reject all negative words
 people done told ya. Grind how you gotta, and make em out 
of believers, give the middle fingers, and tell em i dont 
need ya. Over come the bad, and pray to the lord. Someone 
to turn good, cause the grace of the lord. Now you could 
smile, and say its all good, I'm never gonna leave, cause 
somebody love the hood.

Chorus:
Momma where you at. Daddy where you at, the hoods out of 
control, time to fight back. Kids just doing time, aint 
nothing but crime, because they dont believe the sun can 
still shine. Waiting to long, now its a problem, You see 
what it is how it go wrong, ooh thats understood, cause 
nobody loves the hood.

Chorus:
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Momma where you at. Daddy where you at, the hoods out of 
control, time to fight back. Kids just doing time, aint 
nothing but crime, because they dont believe the sun can 
still shine. Waiting to long, now its a problem, You see 
what it is how it go wrong, ooh thats understood, cause 
nobody loves the hood.
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