Just Another Day In The Hood

Out shootin’ some hoops

Then down on the front stoop

Just chillin’ with my homies

My fellahs here that know me

Sippin’ on a grape drink

Too tired to even think

Feeling good in the hood

Just the way life should

When some scamma from Alabama

Playin’ a bad mamma-jamma

Comes steppin’ with a limp and

Straight-up thrift-shop pimpin’

Brother’s rollin’ with no posse

At least none that I see

Gold tooth flash an’ talkin’ trash

Don’t know we ‘bout to thrash him

So I stand up, and I say- What’s up?

Who you think you are, bru’?

Comin’ by struttin’ and cuttin’

When we know you ain’t nothin’

All finesse an’ style, he flashes a smile, says -

I ain’t had to whoop no one’s ass in awhile

Then he stands all straight and tall

Like he ain’t afraid to fall

And I’m ‘bout to do him some harm

But then my homies grabbed my arm

Said - Don’t mess with that brother

‘Cause he ain’t  like no other

I gotta explain, he ain’t right in the brain!

That brother crazy! He killed Big Shane!

Best you just let him pass on by

Less'n you is fixin’ to die!

The man cocked his hat, smiling like a rat

Waitin’ to see what I thought of that

I been ‘round the hood long enough to know

When to stop and when to go

I ain’t never ran, ain’t scared of no man

I whooped more ass than Jackie Chan

But my homies know me like a song

I know they’d never do me wrong

So I sit back down, starin’ at the ground

And we let the man carry on downtown

I heard him say, before he walked away –

Your homies done saved your life today