Artist: Napoleon f/ Kenny Wray Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: My Hood Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Kenny Wray] In my hood, them boys ain't playing witcha In my hood, them boys don't mess around In my hood, watch how you talking Or we gonna have to lay it down In my hood, them boys ain't skating off In my hood, them boys is on the block In my hood, them boys get it popping Now give us everything you got [Napoleon] Welcome to Virginia, the home of Bubba Chuck and Mike Vick Gangstas don't work 9 to 5's, they rather slice bricks A place where you can't trust a man, because he might snitch A drug dealer's worst nightmare, is them indictments Sheist clicks, standing proud, looking for nice licks Fiends steal steaks from the store, to keep they pipes lit Some dudes hustle for, rent-a-cars and nice kicks Some got they dentals like stars, up in the white six Some dudes locked in the feds, so now they wife tricked No longer drinking St. Ide's, cuz now we light Crys' Cops got to come through my hood with more than night sticks Session eight, used to no dreams, then pull a heist quick Come through and whips the same color as Christ piss Everytime we get some good work, homey, the price switch I do this, for soldiers with life, sleeping with ice picks If you rep VA to the death, help me recite this [Chorus] [Napoleon] I'm from a place where the gangstas get grimey, it's in the summertime Kids ain't even teenagers yet, still they run with nines Drug dealers out on the block, before the sun can shine Late nite, they baking the cakes, but not the Duncan-Hines Bodies get found in the trunk, mostly, tunks with shine Judges giving football numbers, just for pumping dimes Crack fiends lose weight, like Professor Klumpentine Work so good it break glass like Dr. Dunkenstein Keep thinking we country, you end up in a pumpkin vine Done in VA where I'm from, they get crunk with lies Sniffing like, Tony Montana, it's dumb, become a crime You smoke, Reggie Miller, they rather build they lungs with live Sip bottles of champagne, while bums get drunk with wine My man D the hood rich, ghetto Donald Trump refine If anybody, say we ain't stunting, you got punked, we grind All day in projects, with 20 Captain Crunch to sign [Chorus] [Napoleon] I'm from a place where you get kidnapped and held for ransom They ain't see a star like this, since Ralph Samson I'm handsome, summer nights, catch me in a Phantom Driving through a ghetto that's foul, and get a ham one Damn, son, I never leave home without my hand-gun For a hundred grand, understand, they get your man done And be crowned, the king of VA, yeah that's the plan, son Ever since I seen Pharrell mansion, I demand one Move like Roberta Duran, scram when the vans come Hop 'cross gates like Jackie Chan, just to stay free The seven cities motto, is fuck you, pay me Out of towners, love it down here, just ask Jay-Z When it first come, we stay busy like Christ on Day 3 Iced out, my swagger too cool, they use the AC The industry done seen Chris Brown, but they ain't face me The Kingpin wit the Inkpen, I'm something great, G [Chorus]