Solomon Childs - Me in the Hood lyrics

[Solomon Childs] This dedicated to the boulevard hustlers For them sales that jump over car hoods like Dan Glover Housing lights reflect off of bobos And Michael Jordan flourescent colors, times is hard But it ain't bad that my sister's ain't boost So my nieces can go to school on they first day cute North Face furs on the ave., blowing piff on the ave It's funny, say nothing good coming out the streets nowadays In the society's eyes, our park's ain't beautiful We can't go ice skating, they say my corners are disintrigrating But people who talk about the streets, 9 times out of 10 Are no longer holding down the streets Yeah the fiends be cracked out, but you know what? It's still a hustle And as long as I love it, I will not the struggle [Chorus: Solomon Childs] You see, you can take me out the hood But you can't take the hood out of me You see, the streets is all I got But the streets'll have you build with power when you touch the top [Solomon Childs] From the pain of graffiti walls, globetrotter colored balls Cleopatra twisses, Coretta King dreams and ambitions Nefertitti bamboo's orientated Skelli balls and names written in concrete that's unfaded Timeless to those who made it, bottles on the awe from liquor stores Stickers of every independent rap label on your bedroom doors And I love the streets for the fish spots as well as the heat So what you need to know, is bad karma brings beef The streets don't draw beef, it's the knowledge that uphands And develops a leader, brings cla** to a diva All shades of caramel, the red bones Ain't nothing like the hood when you in the zone And I love my hood, and ain't never been afraid to walk home [Chorus] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Ain't enough money in the world, man Ain't enough money in the world, man Ain't nothing gonna stop me, man This is dedicated, to all my brothers coming up on the grind Double up, getting they money, out in the cold weather Getting that gwop up, man, trynna pay them bills Hustle hard...