Why We Thug
Yeah.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Come on.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
I'm from the land of the gang bang.
Since I was little, ain't a god damn thang changed.
It's the same ole same.
Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein.
I cock and aim, clinically insane.
To deal with this bullshit day to day.
If I sell some yay or smoke some hay.
You bitches wanna throw me up in Pelican's Bay.
Call me an animal up in the system.
But who's the animal that built this prison?
Who's the animal that invented lower living?
The projects, thank god for Russell Simmons.
Thank god for Sugarhill.
I'm putting a different kind of steel up to my grille.
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids.
How these ghetto niggaz taken over showbiz.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
It's Boyz in the Hood, it's toys in the hood.
Y'all wanna know why it's noise in the hood?
'Cause there's drugs in the hood, thugs in the hood.
Nigga killed a crip and a blood in the hood, for real.
'Cause when niggaz get tribal.
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by a five-o.
Grandmama came to court with her bible.
But when the judge hit the gavel.
Now I'm too far from my family to travel.
I just came unraveled.
Socked the D.A. before I got gaffled.
Owned by C.A., state property.
Just like the year fifteen fifty three.
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out.
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
Damn, I can't take the pressure.
Pulled the forty-four up out the dresser.
Grabbed the weight up out the closet.
Po-po coming but I'm scared to toss it.
Y'all know what happened last time I lost it.
Can't tell you niggaz what the fuckin' boss did.
The game got a nigga exhausted.
Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered.
Twenty years for what?
Breaking these laws that's so corrupt.
Taking these halls and fillin' 'em up.
Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt.
Ay y'all, I'm about to be stuck.
Until the year two thousand, what the fuck?
In the hood, don't press your luck.
'Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
They give us guns and drugs.
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs.
They wanna count the slugs.
Then come around here and fuck with us.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Stop trippin' on it.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Every hood's the same.
Writer/s: ICE CUBE, STORCH SCOTT SPENCER
