Hood Gone Love It
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Keepin' it G ain't nuttin', you ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
I got the whole block bumpin',
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Na-na-na-na-now, now you know what this is,
Tell ‘em, it's a celebration, bitches!
With the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes,
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lites,
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips,
Flip-flop, flip-flop flip-flop back
To the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back.
Real niggas love me, they tell me, ‘Keep it pushin'!'
The only niggas speak from way inside Central Bookings,
County jails and the lock downs up north,
Said, I should have it if Scarface pass the torch,
That's how they feel, Jack, built much more than rap.
This that project haircut in the cul-de-sac,
This is where Jose front you them quarters at,
Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track, nigga!
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Keepin' it G ain't nuttin', you ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
I got the whole block bumpin',
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
From Compton to Baltimore Imma kill it,
I buy a morgue in the minute
The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant,
The Regal window is tinted,
The air conditioner broke, but I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an Eskimo, huh?
And I peel off in the midst of gettin' my thrills off,
And I thrive off energies from the inner cities that we lost, huh?
I'm puttin' the ghetto on top of my back,
And I live in the back of the jungle,
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my!
Hear the siren, walk up, pow-pow, drive-by,
Shooters, looters, federal fed intruders,
The engines on back of scooters,
The real can recognize real, and we need to know just who you are.
You are in the presence of many presents,
Kendrick the gift for the future, oh yeah, I said it.
Thug life, good kid, m.A.A.d. city, mad respect representin' the Hub, right?
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Keepin' it G ain't nuttin', you ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
I got the whole block bumpin',
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
The home girls tells me I'm the shit,
I break them off so they can buy some outfits,
I buy them sons a pack of Pampers, some new Jordans.
Give ‘em the game, school ‘em on what's really important.
It's how I was raised, the OG's had me,
Thirteen, fresh off the porch, slangin' cavi,
But I'm wiser now, show all my young niggas
There's other ways you get them dollars and funds, niggas.
Comin' down in an old school, so cool,
Whip like a fireball, call it Goku.
You don't know the tribulations that we go through,
Put your ears to the speakers, Imma show you.
I paint the picture so perfect,
In my CD you see Mona Lisa in person
Courtesy of a hundred beat,
Got my crips and esse's at arm reach, 1-West!
[Chorus: Jay Rock]
Keepin' it G ain't nuttin', you ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
I got the whole block bumpin',
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
You ain't gotta like it, ‘cause the hood gone love it,
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public.
