This is what we do everyday
in the hood
Locked down in the ghetto,
so we up to no good
Who's takin the bad news straight to the cops?
The homies from the hood, the niggaz with the glocks

Man, I ain't worried about no five-o
Because I dash through the alley, dickin officer o'malley, oh
But they're comin from the backyard
I got a stash in a trash, ready to blast his ass hard