Artist: Jay Rock f/ Kendrick Lamar Album: Follow Me Home Song: Hood Gone Love It Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus: Jay Rock] Keeping it G ain't nothing You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got the whole block bumping You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public [Jay Rock] Na-now-now-now-now-now you know what this is Tell 'em it's a celebration bitches with barbecue pits and the mini-bikes Mini-skirts, Hennessys and the Miller Lites Domino tables, who got big six? Where I'm from we do concrete backflips Flip flop, flip flop, flip flop back to the ghettos where I bring Hip Hop back Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushing The only niggas speak from way inside of Central Bookings County jails and them lock-downs up north Said I should have it if Scarface passed the torch That's how they feel Jack, but this more than rap This that project haircut in a cul-de-sac This is where Jose front you, them quarters at Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track, nigga [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar] From Compton to Baltimore I'ma kill it, I'll buy a morgue in the minute The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant The Regal window is tinted, the air conditioner broke But I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an eskimo, huh? And I peel off in the midst of getting my thrills off And I thrive off energy from inner cities that we lost, huh? I'm putting the ghetto on top of my back And I live in the back of the jungle, lions, tigers, bears, oh my Hear the siren, walk up {*gunshots*}, drive-by Shooters, looters, Federal Fed intruders Engines on back of scooters, the real can recognize real and we need to know just who you are, you are in the presence of many presents Kendrick, the gift for the future, oh yeah I said it Thug Life, good kid, mad city Mad respect, representing the Hub right [Chorus] [Jay Rock] The homegirls tell me I'm the shit I break 'em off so they can buy 'em some outfits I buy they sons a pack of pampers, some new Jordans Give 'em the game, school 'em on what's really important That's how I was raised, the OGs had me thirteen, fresh off the porch, slanging cabby But I'm wiser now, showing my young niggas there's other ways you get them dollars and funds nigga Coming down in an old school, so cool Whip like a fireball, call it Goku You don't know the tribulations that we go through Put your ears to the speakers, I'ma show you I paint a picture so perfect Hear my CD, you see Mona Lisa in person Courtesy of a hunnit beat Got my crips and eses at arm reach, one west~! [Chorus]