[Intro: Jay 305]
Uh, mothafuckin' hood tales, nigga!
Nigga, these my hood tales!
Mothafuckin' hood tales, nigga!
Mustard on the beat, ho!
[Verse 1: Jay 305]
Woke up, brushed my teeth,
Cross the street, holla at Moe G,
«Tell me about the raid that happened down the street.»
Blowin' out smoke, tellin' me,
«Watch these suckas, keep you a freak,
But most important, get your money.»
Smiles and cries, hi's and bye's,
Fo sho, whatever that means,
Got some game now, let's get something to eat.
Pick up M, got in the wind,
Forgot I left my pistol in the rental I was in,
Shoot up, there got my shit,
Back to the block where I heard some shit.
Same time I got a text from punk ass bitch,
«I'm pregnant.» Ain't nothing happenin',
I used the condom, bitch, I ain't the daddy.
[Chorus: Jay 305]
In the hood, ghetto tales,
Uh, in the ghetto, nigga,
Uh, I'm a ghetto nigga,
I'm a ghetto nigga.
[Verse 2: Tee Cee]
Woke up quick, right about noon,
Just thought that I had to be in midtown soon,
Yankee fitted hat, nigga, to start my day,
We bang the deuce over here, this ain't west L.A.
Put on my fresh blue Chucks with the flat blue laces,
Put on my earrings, make sure them bitches is blangin'
Check the store, press any nigga look like he bangin',
Couple hours later just me and my niggas, we swangin'.
It was about six o'clock, seen the house on the block
With all the lights out, lookin' like a easy flock,
All you gotta do is knock, told that little nigga get out,
Grab the safe, grab the jewelry, nigga, and get out!
Uh, now we at the skating rink, nigga,
Parking lot crippin', seen a couple niggas slippin',
Pulled up on him quick, nigga dropped the whole clip,
Didn't leave no witnesses, that's some hood shit.
[Chorus: Jay 305]
In the hood, ghetto tales,
Uh, in the ghetto, nigga,
Uh, I'm a ghetto nigga,
I'm a ghetto nigga.
[Verse 3: Jay 305]
What? Hood ass bitch,
Shut the fuck up, go put on some shit!
Oh shit, there go the police!
Crash! I ain't gettin' caught in the sweep.
I'm breakin', tryna shake him
In my new Gucci's, I wish I would've change 'em.
Fish game alleyway the bird came out,
Ran to my mothafuckin' aunty Tammy house.
I'm ghost, I got away,
But that don't mean I won't get another day,
Smokin' homie tryna sell me his J's,
Type of shit that happen every fuckin' day.
[Chorus: Jay 305]
In the hood, ghetto tales,
Uh, in the ghetto, nigga,
Uh, I'm a ghetto nigga,
I'm a ghetto nigga.