You Don't Know
Freeway Lyrics

[Female Singing] You don't know
The listener doesn't have a true understanding of the challenges faced in the hood

[Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh
The artist is introducing himself as a hustler who has faced real challenges in his life

[Freeway - talking] This just in case why'all dunno how it go down in the hood Freeweezy here to break it down to ya
The artist is aware that many people don't understand the reality of life in the hood, and he is going to explain it to them

Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Everyday is a struggle for survival in the hood

Takes, everything you work with
Trying to survive in the hood takes everything you have

Everything you got quick
The artist is emphasizing the need to work quickly to make money in the hood

From the cops wyle off the product
The artist is describing how police use their power to seize and destroy drugs which greatly impacts his ability to earn money

Show em what helped a lot but I can't get it
The artist is referring to how drugs are in high demand, which makes it easier to sell, but the police make it hard to keep on hand

I hugged the block, light an L
The artist describes his characteristic of standing on the corner, smoking and talking with people in the hood

Let my man hit it and ran with it
The artist shares that he would often share his drugs with his friends and associates

Sell it nixed to the pops
The artist is describing how he would sell drugs to addicted adults

Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me
The artist knows that if he refuses these people drugs, then they will find them elsewhere

Then he gon get it somewhere else
The artist knows that if he refuses these people drugs, then they will find them elsewhere

Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else
The artist knows that if he had access to different opportunities, he might not have resorted to selling drugs

Me and my man on the corner with two crates
The artist describes a typical day in the hood, hanging out with friends on the corner, surrounded by two crates of products

Picture us rollin, somewhere else
The artist fantasizes about being away from the this environment and living a different life

Pretendin to be pushin the V's
The artist references pretending to own a certain kind of car to gain respect on the streets

Then two fiends walked up to me
The artist is interrupted by two people who want drugs

Brought me back to reality
The artist snaps back to reality, and remembers that this is his life

He want three and he want five
The artist is describing how he would sell drugs to different people, ranging from $3-$5

But my packed stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
The artist implies that the Police unfairly targets his stash of drugs.

Crush on me, keep rollin by
The artist plays with the idea that the police have a crush on him, and keep targeting him

Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
The artist accuses the police of unfairly targeting him because of his race and lifestyle

(You don't know) How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch
The artist is addressing the fact that many people don't understand the reality of life in the hood and wants to use music to express it

My niggaz duck court pour weed in the woods
The artist describes how people in the hood will evade justice, and will smoke weed in the woods to avoid being caught by cops.

Set up shop and move rocks on the front step
The artist is referring to how drug dealers will often work on the front step of a building, risking being caught by police because there is nowhere else to sell drugs

How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo
The artist is describing how gun violence is a common phenomena in the hood, and how it is often heard before it is seen ('tech blow')

We can't let go, stuck on the block
The artist describes how people in the hood are stuck selling drugs on the same corner because they don't have other options

Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good
The artist describes how people in the hood are often up to no good, because this is the only way to make money

No rules, no trees just a lot in the push
The artist is describing a situation where there are no rules and no trees (places to hide) so people will easily tell the police information

My [unknown] in the house, read my mouth
The artist implies that his Fiancée is supportive of his decisions, and that he can speak without causing arguments.

Fuck the D's got a pocket to push
The artist suggests that he will continue to sell drugs even if the police are watching him

Send fleas in the opposite way
The artist attempts to reduce the attention paid towards him by attempting to push action in the opposite direction

Quarter to one guess I stop at the ?
The artist stops at an unknown places around 12:45am.

Gimme a grub, count up the profit I made
The artist buys fast food and collects money he's earned from selling drugs

Rule number one
The artist shares his knowledge about the drug game

Sell your first stack and cop you a gun
The artist is advising new drug dealers to use their first earnings to buy a weapon

We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed
The artist describes how gun violence has become normalized, and how it no longer surprises people

My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run
The artist references two famous baseball players then describes being on the run (from cops)

What does it mean? not goin' back
The artist explains that he will not go back to his previous, non-drug dealer lifestyle

Not gettin' caged, strong with a gat
The artist explains that he will not get caught and go to jail, especially with his gun

Prepare for the raid
The artist knows the police will come after him at some point, and is preparing for it

Listen Mothers, bodies still underaged
The artist speaks to the mothers in the hood and how they should protect their children and he reminds them that there are underage children who are already part of the drug game

You better talk to your sons
The artist advises mothers to talk to their sons about the drug game

Send em on a straight line from the lines
The artist is encouraging mothers to direct their sons onto a straighter path in life

And move straight to the pen
The artist is emphasizing the need to stay away from the drug game, and rather focus on going to prison (if necessary)

Sleep with a blade, husky niggaz touchin they chin
The artist keeps a knife under his pillow, anticipating being attacked by someone from a rival gang

Get bailed, get out and then they at it again
The artist explains that gang members will continue their activity even after they are arrested and bailed out of prison

All for the love of the pay
The artist emphasizes that the reason why people get involved in this lifestyle is due to the money that is made

[Verse 3 - O. Sparks] Every since I don't stop waist side
O. Sparks describes how he moved to a different geographical area in order to continue his drug dealing business

Sparks had the ambition to ride
The artist is emphasizing his desire to progress economically

O. Town play games but I need this chain
The artist is highlighting the glamour and materialistic nature of the drug game that inspires him - a new chain

Got me deep in the game
The artist acknowledges that the drug game has absorbed him completely

To the point, yea coulnd't get no rest, no sleep
The artist emphasizes the fact that he was so focused on the drug game that it occupied his thoughts even while resting

All I did was hug the block
The artist emphasizes the amount of time he spent on the street corner

And shake the police while they shakin the bag
The artist talks about leaving the crime scene by walking casually past the police even holding the drugs

At age 18, like half a brick, crack got half the street
At 18 years old, the artist has already made a considerable amount of money

Most of my always call me "Snoop"
The artist has earned a nick name that is indicative of someone who is a boss on the street

'Cause I couldn't cook this shit then
The artist didn't know how to cook crack cocaine.

So I brought all my worst styling fiends
The artist shares how he learned how to make crack from his worst clients

Runnin' back to the kid like "Sparks man, you sold me some bullshit"
The artist shares a client who wasn't happy with what he received through buying and complaining about the quality

But I kept on pumpin' cause the block kept on jumpin
The artist is emphasizing the need to continue selling for the sake of making money and sustain themself financially

I'm not stoppin', I was told the sky's the limit
The artist is pushing himself to continue selling despite the risks, because it is the most profitable option

Plus I'm tryna to push the roads
The artist is also trying to expand his distribution network

And park the [unknown]
To become a big tycoon, one has to promote themselves and the artist is trying to do this

And let you know what exactly takes places in the ghetto
The artist is trying to explain the harsh realities of the hood to people outside of it

When techs blow
The artist is talking about gunshots

When the cops circle, I know the bells like ?
The artist is anticipating a raid by the police, and wants to know the escape routes

Run fast with that .38 special
The artist is emphasizing the need to escape, and he has a specific gun in mind that would help him do so.

Set up shop and sell rocks on the front step
The artist is emphasizing how people in the hood will sell drugs regardless of the risks involved because there are no other options