Back N Da Hood lyrics

Artist  : Mac Dre 
Song : Back N Da Hood



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Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail
I got a
federal hold and I can't even bail
Eyes wide
open like a dope fiend geeked
I need some cock
hella bad I need to be free
Steady dreaming
about wrecking guts and cock
Laying on my bunk
busting nuts in socks
Celly on top bunk knock
smooth out
Snoring mothafucka I should just
shout
And wake his ass up cause I can't
sleep
If a nigga had a way a nigga would
creep
And make a clean break but that's just a
dream fake
This can't be real, man, it all
seems fake
3 am and it's time to E-A-T
Cold
cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
This shit
is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
I
need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit,
man...

I'm missing the crew, the dope
fiends too
I'm writing this rap, there's
nothing else to do
Cause home is a place that
it seem I won't go
Sleeping in a cell with
some fools I don't know
Dope fiends that just
don'y got no...
Sense and fince to get shipped
to Wasco
I'm stuck like chuck way down
south
When I need to be at home with a joint
in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some hurt
cha dick weed
I just can't wait to straight
perk and get key'd
I need to be N Da Hood
straight swinging tight ones
Burning long
rubber on the black and white ones...

Back
N Da Hood sound so good
They won't set bail but
I wish they would
I P-R-A-Y every
D-A-Y
Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
But
every court date they keep detaining me
On
punk ass charges they keep arraining me
At
first I thought I'd have to spank you
But
Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you
You
put me on the news and tried to spread that
lie
Then record sales jumped to an all time
high
Why rob a bank when a nigga can
spit?
I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did
shit
Every damn day my tapes are sold
I make
more money than the bank can hold
And though I
might can't bail out...
This punk ass jail
house
I'll just kick back and watch my mail
sprout...

Plenty of time for a nigga to
think
But all I can think of is dank and
drank
On jail walls my name is
carving
Waiting on comissary, man, I'm
starving
Ten black brothas and fifty
julios
I just can't wait to hit the
studios
And let fools know about the set
up
These punk police won't let up
They
trying to keep me down and keep me in a
ditch
But the only thing they doing is making
me rich
They painted a picture of a ruthless
villain
Told all my fans that I was
stealing
Jealous mothafuckas, I never
steal
I make more money than you never
will
Mac Dre arrested for attempted
heist
The mothafucking feds ain't nothing
nice
They said I was the one doing all this
shit
But banks just keep on getting
hit
Feds trying to send a nigga up the
creek
But Dre ain't worried cause the case is
week
They say I'm the one calling all the
shots
But fuck them feds and fuck them
cops
And to that punk mothafucka Detective Nic
Dic
Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big
dick!