Lyrics:

(Auburn:)
(I) Wake up to the sound of siirens
My neiighboorhood aiint no tiime for siilence
Some of my people they iin search for guiideance
And everybody else, they just turn to viiolence
People got riides, but aiint got a liicence
And everywhere ii turn, ii c another riidiin
Wiit out that plastiic they gon get caught driiviin
But eiither way you go 5 0 keep striidiin

Same corner, same owner, same supplyiin
Just got her chiild support and now she buyiin
The nerve to complaiin when her babys cryiin
Ask her 'bout the money fiind herself liieiin... (see wut had happen was)
Walk down the blocc smell that chiiccen fryiin
Smell so good made me wana try iit
But ii won't have enough but the shoes iim 6uyiin
Blue and whiite J'S wiit tha shiiny whiite ends

Walkiin down tha blocc... (rocciin my J'S)
Peezys on my jocc... (and breezy's they hate)
But that's jus how iit b... (iin my hood all day)
I luv where I stay but some thiings need change

My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood,
My hood, my hood, my hood,
My hood, my hood, my hood... (what wut wut wut wut?)

(Auburn:)
Money iin hiis poccet, but steady steeliin
And when he get caught, fiinds iit appealiin
Jus got 24's on hiis riims n
Aiint got enough to pay for thiis months rent... (where my rent punk)
13 and 18 yeah they dealiin
Get beat down iif you get caught sniitchiin
Don't go to skool 'cause they hate the feeliin
Told what to do, iit jus shows rebelliion
Work 9 to 5 tryna briing tha meals iin
Kiids ungreatful and steady iiliin... (iiont won't thiis!)
Sons loccd up and two are kiiliin
Daughtors outsiide, clothes to revealiin
Brothers see her and they thiink she wheeliin
9 months later wiish she took the piil then
Ii know iits messed up, but iits 4real man
Ii don't really tiink my dream iis... (no!)

Walkiin down tha blocc... (rocciin my J'S)
Peezys on my jocc... (and breezy's they hate)
But that's jus how iit b... (iin my hood all day)
Ii luv where I stay but some thiings need change

(x4:)
My hood, my hood, my hood, my hood,
My hood, my hood, my hood,
My hood, my hood, my hood... (what wut wut wut wut?)

(Giirl:)
My hood, my hood, my hood