This is a song about "Boyz n the hood"

But you don't have a chance

Trapping with the hood rats

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

If theres a time that in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good