Out the Hood Songtext
von Young Roddy

But Katrina then washed away all the photos
All the condos, all the coco

It′s hard in the Big Easy, ain't shit easy
I use to watch my uncle hide that money in the deep freezer
He use to give me game, he always solo in his two-seater
His favorite quote, "One life to live," he kept him two heaters
He said he not in no beef, but he kept a peace (kept a peace)
Got a baby at the crib who need to eat
Got a lady at the crib, see that′s his queen (that's his queen)
Got a brother but that nigga in the bing (damn)

When he was free they had the dope game in a chokehold (chokehold)
But Katrina then washed away all the photos
All the condos (condos), all the coco (coco)
All the bandos (bandos), all the polos (polos)
I guess it's time for plan B, pass the swisher sweet (what?)
You either have a sweet pull up or a mean 16
It′s a doggy-dog world, it′s either him or me
It's a doggy-dog world, dawg I gotta eat


I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga
They say, "The good die young up in the hood," my nigga
I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga
They say, "The good die young up in the -"

Look, I made this verse the morning of my mother′s date of birth
Recorded instead of celebrating the woman that gave me birth
But she knows this music comes first, that's just the way I work (uh huh)
Had every obstacle against me, but I made it work (I did)
In the basement, plate and razor, digi′ scale, I'm weighing work
I sold my neighbors work
I sold Tom an eighth for a hundred on his way to work
Know a nigga that killed his cousin for snitchin′, he saw the paperwork
Still hugging on his mama when she pray in church (real shit)

My other lil' homie died, he took a bad pill
Fentanyl laced his perc, damn (rest in peace)
Ricky Hyde asked me how I maintain my thirst
Told him just do the math, Rick just like he played with dirt (okay)
We both come from nothin', straight from the bottom (listen)
Now I′m in this position, just tell me get em,′ I got em (I got these niggas)
'Cause I ain′t tryna go back to where we came from (talk to 'em)
And I ain′t stoppin' ′til my city on top of the game, uh (uh huh)
Yeah, Machine, bitch (brr)


I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga
They say, "The good die young up in the hood," my nigga
I pray we all make it out the hood, my nigga
They say, "The good die young up in the hood," my nigga