Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it uh Look at all these old school Chevy's Twenty four's so you know we roll heavy uh They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Them boys will put you down

Silent ride home, silent ride I can't lie, I'm detached, I need guidance, uh I've been dyin', uh, I've been fighting, uh Got this voice in my mind, won't be quiet Silent ride home Out of sight, look, uh, out of mind, yeah, uh I got all these voices in my

And do some down south jukin' Well Billy Joe told me, said everything's lookin' fine He's got the place all secured, got the icebox full of wine He said hurry on over and don't be late He got three lovely ladies who just won't wait Do some down south

Mine all mine Ow, forgive me father, for I have sinned I've been through hell and back again I shook hands with the devil Looked 'em in the eye Looked like a long lost friend Ow, anything you want, any dirty deeds He's got everything except what I really

Top Jimmy cooks, top Jimmy swings He's got the look Some friends of mine, just the other night, Went to hear this cool cat blow They say he sang so good that the roof fell in, And they didn't even stop the show They don't remember the place, but they

Yeah he's the packet man Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets Today? Yo, be , don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok? Cool, just trying to get your attention So you can take a look at this invention Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both I don't wanna choose Look, I don't dance now I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling