Hood
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang (Yeah)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang (Bang)
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Bang

Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change
I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?
Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster
We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s
It’s how to get away with a murde, —you feel me, Shondra?
Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra
You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
But it’s still death over dishonor
‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless

Huh, yeah
This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Bang

We stay shattered and clutch the gold links
Everything on is mint, I came through in a Reno, all tint
I'm known to make a million and jet
King Joffrey and his cadets
Shooters from the boonies that's loony
Hold the Tec with all respect, expose his neck
Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now
The Archbishop murder through March, Clarks is slippers
I spark blippers, bloggers catch way shot zippers
The movie's all state of the art, we throw grenades and blades
And darts and changed the grain, this sharp
Remain remarkable, we ain't playing this part
We can't explain this art, he ain't the same as us, he pus
Glass of gin for my jewelers, too many rugers nigga
This gin is five hunnid bands in Bermuda
Known to fuck a party up and bounce
We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals

Yeah, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Bang

What it sound like? Here's another sound, right
The sound of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night
And in hindsight, I'm still on display
The hood slang go bang, the big change to swank
Take an A, met these lanes, Mr. Officer Skane
It's just the dialect that I select when I slang
Who's saying? Your false talk, you get erased like chalk
Who's for? Or who shot hawk? And who popped off?
This is men and mouse shit, public service announcements
Careful we’re burnings a ounce in small town houses
Youthful offenders meet the public defender
Who offers you a fight attempt, plea deal with a mayday to surrender
What a fucked-up summer
Had a brand new come up
This Fourth of July, bullets fly and the doves cry
To lil tame his face in the R.I.P. White tee
From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece

This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang
This is how it sound when the hood go bang




This is how it sound when the hood go bang
Bang

Overall Meaning

The Wu-Tang Clan’s song “Hood Go Bang” is a gritty representation of the violence, drug culture, and social decay that plagues the inner cities. The song is a lyrical masterpiece, filled with intricate metaphors and wordplay, delivered by Method Man, Ghostface Killah, and RZA. The track begins with the chorus, “This is how it sounds when the hood go bang,” which sets the tone for the rest of the song. Method Man’s verse starts off with him boasting about his skills as a drug dealer, calling himself “Dollars” and “Don Dada,” as he paints a vivid picture of life on the streets. Ghostface Killah takes over the second verse, delivering some of his trademark, unorthodox rhymes as he discusses his own experiences in the "hood." RZA's verse is similarly raw, exploring the brutality of gang warfare, and the pain and loss it can cause.


The song’s message is dark, but the lyrics are delivered with a ferocity that demands attention, and the beat is heavy, with deep bass and ominous notes that complement the lyrics perfectly. The song is a powerful reminder of the harsh realities of inner-city life and the struggle to survive in such an environment.


Line by Line Meaning

This is how it sounds when the hoods go bang
The song depicts the sound of violence and crime in the hood as gunfire erupts.


This is how it sound when the hood go bang (Yeah)
The repetition of the line emphasizes the harsh reality and danger of living in the hood.


Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
The starting line implies that the song is taking the listener into the world of the hood and its atrocities.


I said this is how it sound when the hood go bang
The rapper restates the theme of the song and reinforces the message of the song.


Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
The use of 'yo' is a slang to show the artist's swag and his relevance to the hood culture.


You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
Drugs are prevalent and easily available, with the singer boasting about his knowledge of drug-dealing.


I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change
The singer uses a metaphor to describe himself as a scholar of the street, and tries to show that he is irreplaceable.


I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
The rapper describes himself as fierce and dangerous, with expensive accessories depicting his status and success.


Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?
The rapper uses wordplay to say that he may even remove the 'respect' from 'brother,' emphasizing his indifference towards others.


Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
The rapper refers to himself as 'math' and collaborator 'Meth' as they prepare to start a lyrical battle, seen as a civil war in hip-hop culture.


Trees burn 'em out, niggas is learning now
The singer uses a metaphor to describe how drugs burn out the users, and how criminals are caught and punished, leading to lessons learned.


We hog-tie little rappers, give 'em black eyes like Little Rascals
The rapper boasts about his superiority and aggression towards inexperienced and young rappers, comparing them to the Little Rascals who often got into fights.


What it sound like? Here's another sound, right
The rapper switches the focus to another sound, implying the prevalence of different types of sounds and noises in the hood.


The sound of a hundred rounds, blacked down at night
The singer describes the sound of gunfire and the danger it poses, especially at night when it is harder to see.


This is men and mouse shit, public service announcements
The singer describes the situation as being like a game of cat and mouse, and his lyrics serve as a warning and a call to action for the public.


What a fucked-up summer
The artist highlights the negative events and situations that occur in the summer, often a time of heightened activity in the hood.


Had a brand new come up
The artist had seen recent success or a financial breakthrough in the hood, which has now been disrupted.


This Fourth of July, bullets fly and the doves cry
The holiday has been marred by violence, with the loss of innocence and mourning depicted by the crying doves.


To lil tame his face in the R.I.P. White tee
The rapper references someone named Tame who has died, and depicts their face in a 'rest in peace' white t-shirt.


From a ricochet of the red bricks to the headpiece
The cause of Tame's death is described as a ricochet from the bricks in the environment, leading to a fatal head injury.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Clifford M Smith, Reggie Noble, Ronald Maurice Bean

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Comments from YouTube:

Julio Salviz

THIS IS REAL HIP HOP TO LISTEN IN THE CAR

Lee Dawkins

Used to have a shelf with 12 speakers on... this was always the best track to boom after finishing work and rolling a well earned joint

Dark Sharxx

There Now

Young-M

Joint time 🔥💎💭

Adam Gordon

ODB would’ve murdered this beat 🔥 R.I.P. ✊🏾

rubski 1978

Too bad he was in jail when this album dropped back in December 01

Man

I keep hearing “the stomp” verse over this beat

dmv tv

e-40 wlll rip dis song

Ralph

Streetlifee Bodied this joint ⚔️

Scotty Mac

One of the best songs ever made

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