Music Video

Hood Mentality
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Performer
Angie Stone
Angie Stone
Background Vocals
Eddie Kendricks
Eddie Kendricks
Sampled Artist
John Murphy
John Murphy
Performer
Keith David
Keith David
Spoken Word
O'Shea Jackson Jr.
O'Shea Jackson Jr.
Background Vocals
Shareef Jackson
Shareef Jackson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Teak Underdue
Teak Underdue
Songwriter
Dejon Underdue
Dejon Underdue
Songwriter
Harold Davis
Harold Davis
Songwriter
Herman Griffith
Herman Griffith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
David "Dizmix" Lopez
David "Dizmix" Lopez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The hood mentality is a crippling disease That attacks your nervous system It makes you nervous of the system Gangstas and hood rats are especially Susceptible to this growth stunting mentality The hood is where I'm from But it's not what I am The hood is where I'm from But it's not what I am Fuck school nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa Sell a 5-0 to my auntie Priscilla I don't give a fuck that she look like "thriller" Hit that shit one more time and fuck around and kill her Cause I got the heart of a Pittsburgh steeler Black nigga draped in gold, with a nine milla Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggas smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I'm a slave man to this caveman without geico Everybody wanna call Michael a psycho But he ain't never came through the hood with a rifle Gunnin' niggas down 'cause they don't got the right clothes Hit the wrong person 'cause we shoot just like hoes First I was blood thirsty, Mr., Mr. Controversy Now I wanna beg for mercy, shoulda took my ass to Berkeley If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school, nigga, if I grow a little taller Everybody tell me I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' be a baller So fuck that thinkin', fuck that thank And fuck them Lincoln's, I want Franklin's Come back through here with my crew I'm gon' have my own shoe I'm gon' be that little fool comin' in your living room Starting point guard nigga, fresh out of middle school Either it's the NBA or it's the NFL I don't know what else I can do to keep my ass up out of jail I wanna be like Tiger Woods, swing that club, make you sick I wanna be like Pacman Jones I wanna be like Michael Vick I wanna be like Barry Bonds I wanna be like O.J. Simpson Leave this field, leave this prison Tell you motherfuckers where to kiss 'em I wanna be all broke up, movin' all old and slow I wanna be a alcoholic just like Broadway Joe I wanna be a sideshow, kinda like Iron Mike Used to have a few Bentleys, now I just ride a bike If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Fuck school nigga, they ain't tryin' to educate me All they give a fuck is what I memorized lately I'm gon' have to teach myself, clock that money, get that wealth I wanna be like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no fuckin' elf No kid left behind, but he get the run-around Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to dumb us down? Don't trust the government, president is for sale He don't give a fuck about a nigga, just a oil well Sell crack, go to jail, bust a rap, go to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's ass if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in Bloomingdale You can go be a pimp, you can go be a hoe But you only gon' get paid off what you know If you don't know shit, then you can't work for me 'Cause you read your first book in the penitentiary If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality How the fuck we supposed to change our reality? Where you gon' move to? I know where I'ma move to I'm gonna write this down for you, nigga First I'm gonna get my mind right Then I'm gonna get my money right
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, De Jon Lamont Underdue, Teak Alger Underdue, Hal Davis, Herman Dennis Griffith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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