From the hood... Yo!
From the hood... Yo!
From the hood, from the hood, from the hood... Yo!
It's clear that the topic will be once again the hood life,
You have a hood life, you have to live it a certain way, I'm telling ya,
The most important rule is to respect the hood,
Passed down from grandfather to father to son, I know what I'm saying!
Living in the hood you have to always be vigilant,
Mind how you act cuz dem boys gonna mess you up,
It's more and more hard to smile, too hard to smile,
You cant hear, you cant see, you cant speak... G-Yeah!
You see money moving non-stop right and left,
You see boys going to jail,
You see a group of whores with a group of pimps,
This is your hood and you have to love it!
Here you either father them all or dont be too smart for your own good
Are you a snitch? Good luck! You're going down!
And dont be mad when they leave you without your wallet,
You have to love your hood the way it is, yo...
Chorus (x2)
From east to west, love your hood!
From north to south, love your hood!
Let's hear the whole Romania shout "G-Yeah!"
Once again, that's all I'm asking,
For the hood.
I would say once more cuz i love it,
You know, my hood makes me feel alive...
Let me tell you how it is on the streets,
It's getting worse,
But you can still go outside,
Kids still play and laugh till evening
When the boys get out and start thugging:
On every corner you see a gang,
On every corner you see a stupid whore,
On every corner you see thugs fighting,
And on every corner you see betting games.
There's a signal and you see everything disappearing, whores, money, drinks,
All seems normal until the police car will pass.
Even if I would change it if I could, the hood stays the same,
But either way I cant break contact with it.
Chorus (x2)
From east to west, love your hood!
From north to south, love your hood!
You wanna know? You wanna know!
But let me tell you how I want it, dont rush me!
All I've learned here in the hood
Is that if you wanna be hood you must be as hard as iron!
Just like the boy on the street corner,
Who you're afraid of,
That makes stacks of money...
If you look at his record, he's clean, nothing unusual...
But you can put him on the shelf, he's the definition of the penal code!
Some chicks smiled at you pasing by,
You're proud of yourself, but think again:
They will take your money, your clothes and everything you have,
Crying for your mama wont help you at all: Allas!
Not even one cop in sight... Cant help it,
Go home, come on, go the peaceful area,
And if somebody asks you what happened,
It's not a mistery... Be honest,
Tell em you took a walk in my hood.
Chorus (x2)
From east to west, love your hood!
From north to south, love your hood!