Killah Priest - Hood Nursery lyrics

rate me

You cheated

Hood Nurseries

You cheated

I ain't playing with you no more

Can't run that far

What you mean you can't run that far?

Nah let's play another game, stick your feet in

Hood Nursery, let's count, I'm about to count

I got my feet in

Uh!, buzzing

Ok, let me count

It goes

It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Catch a dealer with his blow

If he squeals we let 'em go

Tax his silly, penny blow

Niggas, spics, grab your nines

Cops is rolling down our lines

Sell your blow, get off the track

Hide your doe and flush your crack

Change your clothes, dump your gats

Stay on your toes, watch your back

And the officer picked this thug right over here

One grenade, two bananas, three hammers, four

Five vests, six bullets, now we want war

In the inner-city bang-bang, he laid behind the fence

Trying to blow his nine at sixteen Crips

"I'm hit, I'm hit" he yell to his clique

But they're busy running so they finish off the clip

Red rag, blue rag, one two three

Pants sag, du-rag, guns on me

Don't raid me, old lady

Give me that money and then we're free

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

You ain't, hey I don't wanna play no more

You caught me man, you was me first

Man I don't care

Yo, nah man, let's play another game

Ok, my feet is in, my feet is in

Yo, we ain't gotta play with the feet

Put your hands in, put your hands in

I got another game, here it goes

Mirror, mirror on the wall; who was the livest of them all?

What's this dude doing in my hood?

Who did he shoot? Who was his war?

Bodies laying, shotty's spraying

Daddy is drinking, mommy is praying

Caddy's, Lincolns, I'm up in the A.M.

Streets is mayhem, cops is aiming at our playgrounds

Looks like a grave now

I'm out in a Greyhound

Gotta escape this life in the cages

With hundreds outrageous

It's all about papers, going out of state 'cause

Cop, thieves and hustlers, welfare in numbers

That's all we play, that's all we know

That's all we have, nah it's your God

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Nah I'm not playing with you no more

Ahhaha, yeah, yo we gotta make it out of this hood man

These games are kinda making me scary

Paddywagon, paddywagon police man

Coming down our block we ran fast as we can

This young man lived in the slums

Tired of living poor till he picked up his gun

And went "click-clack" "Rat-at-tat"

Hit the cop in his dome

Now the officer is laying in the tombstone

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Hood Nurseries

Yo, I got another game, yo

Yo, listen y'all ever play

Da-da-don't-shoot?

Da-da-don't-shoot

Let's play

Well let's do it

Play again

We start of by playing freeze tag

Hood Nursery

But in the end you'll get a toe tag

Let Priest tell it

No you it, no you it

Why is that cop looking at us like that?

I don't know

We can't play these games no more

We getting older y'all

We getting older

We can't play these games no more

Let's just stop