This is a song about "Niggers in the hood"

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

But the hood was always in my heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed