The Wood

Watching soft porn with Cindy
In our basement living room
And taking snappers from Granddaddy
Just doin' what we do

In a town called inglewood
Well, most folks would be afraid
But to us, it's no big deal
Just a typical kind of day

In the hood
("Wanna play craps?")

Well, there's gangsters, but they're friendly
Because of my puppy
I learned on my side of crenshaw
It's "wear blue"-territory
And shopping was a rip-off
When I lived on the west side (west side!)
Over here it's way cheaper ("29 cents?!")
And I'm blaming it on the blight

In the hood
In the hood - I'm not looking for an award
The only white girl on my block and I'm not bored
Eh, no, I'm not a hipster, it's all I can afford
In the hood

The ice cream trucks competing
With their songs throughout the day
And on weekends there are three
And no tune they play is the same ("they got bomb pops!")

Every home's got barred up windows
And pets the don't adore ("it's disgusting")
I rescued a sightless kitting
Every other fuck ignored

In the hood
In the hood
You never wanna point or stare
("What the fuck are you looking at?!")
In the hood
Just find your set and you'll fit in
Unless you're some kind of poser with no street credit
In the hood
In the hood
In the hood
Is where I live

(Inglewood!)