Tales From the Hood

Chorus: Domino (repeat 2X) I know it sounds bad, but it's all good These are the tales, tales from the Hood (Tales from the hoooood) I know it sounds bad, but it's all good These are the tales, tales from the Hood (Tales from the hoooood) (Domino) Well it's a Sunday night And my hood shows bite But the playas and hustlas know, we gonna gets that ass tonight So we can roll out to the South Can't forget the strap, hell naw Cuz ain't no tellin' what's right When homies straight out for the jackin' Now how many playas know about this Toss out the weed from the pockets Scopin' out the city streets To find that freak for the week Oh, uh Chorus (Chill) Now these are the tales and you know it's all good It's all the same it ain't no change in every neighborhood, uh Now back in the days when I was a scrub My uncles had me servin' cavi, pushin' dimes to dubs Now the dimes went to quarters, quarters, went to pounds And all the fools knew the rules, not to step on our stompin' grounds Cuz that's when the pop-pop started to holler You knew that death was always a hard thing for Mama to swallow Jimmy cracks in the back, beatin' the Hell out his wife He knew he was wrong, and then he was gone, so he took his own life Now these a few tales that used to happen I never said that it was dead because we kept it crackin' And you know that Chorus (Domino) Now times are so cold In that damned ghetto So some of the homies come up, come up, come up Straight robbin' over liquor stores Now why should I stay in the wings, when I can sell cavi in a cup? Think it's wrong if you would But it's all good in the hood Chorus (2x)