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Growin Up In The Hood
Compton's Most Wanted Lyrics
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The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
1984, was the year my peers didn't know, what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
And at home it's the same ass story
Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit, so, I bones the hell out
And roll with the pack of wicked motherfuckers
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga with no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
Stagger to the house, so, I can collect my whoopin'
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money
I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
But, it just seems that the hood, that took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harassin'
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blastin'
Community tryin' to shut me out
But the money keeps flowin' and I got much clout
With the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short motherfucker
Always strappin', eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take two to your jaw
Don't enter my hood, homeboy
Not a Robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Nothin' but bitches and money
1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fuckin' up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was makin' snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force tryin' to roll deep
But, I'm playin' these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother
As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Gotta handle that, growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nothin' but bitches and money, yeah
A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game
But I'm still makin' my profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So, I keep hidin' my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase
Now, the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5, O at my door, at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet, so, I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sure, yo, I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn
That ain't good, growin' up in the hood
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim
Where I'm at, if you're soft, you're lost
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
Compton is the city that I claim
City that I fucked, take no shit from it, sure
The lyrics to Compton's Most Wanted's song "Growin' Up In The Hood" depict the struggles faced by a young man growing up in a poor and violent neighborhood in Compton, California. The song begins with the singer describing how he had to learn the "tricks of the trade" as a little hard-headed kid, followed by his experience of being treated indifferently by his mother. Unable to tolerate the abuse, he leaves home and joins a gang of "wicked motherf*ckers." The lyrics paint a picture of a young man mired in violence and crime, constantly on the run from the police and rival gangs. He talks about the reality of life in the hood, where few opportunities exist, and survival depends solely on making as much money as possible.
The song also touches on the consequences of living a life of crime. The singer talks about being in and out of jail, being shot at, and losing loved ones. The realization that life had not always been fair to him does not stop the singer from returning to his old ways eventually. Despite the hardships that come with growing up in the hood, the song also speaks to the sense of pride that many residents have in their neighborhood, with the singer proudly claiming Compton as his own.
In conclusion, "Growin' Up In The Hood" is a vivid and powerful portrayal of the harsh realities of life in Compton. It provides social commentary on the challenges faced by inner-city youth and the impact of poverty and violence on their lives. The song speaks to the courage and resilience of the people who live in the hood while simultaneously cautioning against the dangers of a life of crime.
Line by Line Meaning
Wake your punk ass up
I'm back and ready to kick some gangster shit for the streets
Growing up in the hood, yea boy
I came up in the hood, just a hard-headed kid trying to learn the ropes
And at home it's the same ass story
My mom treats me like she doesn't even know me, my younger brother has more power in the house
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
I run with a crew of motherfuckers who don't take shit from anyone, we stick together as black men
Quick up the stairs, so, little sucker stop lookin'
I had to sneak into the house and try to avoid my mom seeing me because I had just killed my first 8-ball
I got hard times and will I escape, sometimes I wonder
Life is tough and sometimes I worry if I'll ever get out of this place
Task force tryin' to roll deep
The police are always on my ass trying to catch me with something
As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
As I drive through my hood, switching lanes to avoid the police and my enemies
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
Someone snitched on me to the cops
Compton is the city that I claim
I rep Compton, no bullshit and won't take shit from it
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: TERRY KEITH ALLEN, ANDRE PIERRE MANUEL, JOE SIMON, AARON B TYLER
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