Hood Talk

[Intro: Blaq Poet]
Shit is crazy yo (Uh)
Pass that Henny, man
Word, check me out
Let's get that fuckin' 60 out, yo

[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]
If the hood could talk, the light gon' be talkin' to the benches
Yo I heard that the fences was snitchin' them niggas bitches
And what about the tree? That nigga been bucked a lot
Mad hoes in him, saying fuck the whole block
The garbage can said he smell something funny
Niggas keep stashing their guns under me, over the money
It's always some shit, the building is whispering
The mail box got a big mouth, she always listenin'
The sidewalk is pissed 'cause everybody shit on him
And the playground, think it's a game to bull and train on him
The cartable talking 'bout who's dead and gone
The sprinklers can't wait for the summer to turn it on
The grass got beef with the bushes
The grass is mad that the bushes filled with Kotex and pussies
I sit back, and I give it a thought
What the fuck would they'd say (huh?), if the block could talk
Block talk, block talk, block talk
Hood talk, hood talk, block talk, hood talk...

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Yeah yeah, Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet, check it, yo, yo, yo, yo...
If the car cost could talk they'd tell you my team's real
And everytime we got pressed by police we never squeal (Never!)
The concrete can vouch for that, so can the solvent
My clique don't tell, lightning strike me if I'm lyin'
Songs build with walls will probably tell us you supplyin'
But shit, we already knew that 'cause we was spyin' (Word up)
Bodega registers will tell you that I'm brake? 50's are better
And everyday rockin' different colored leather
Buying different kinda condoms for a different kinda bitch
And if the doors on my whip could talk, they never snitch
We did too much dirt for it to tell about a female
Everyday drivin' around doin' that retail
My ride even sacrificed the [?] coven? compartment
The shit we made enough bread to cop another apartment
Meyhem Lauren, Blaq Poet keepin' it trife
If New York could talk it'd say we reppin' it trife

[Chorus: Blaq Poet]

[Verse 3: Blaq Poet]

The Chinese restaurant is mad at the Arabs
'Cause they selling chickens too, cutting in on they cash
The liquor store said he running the shit
And if that don’t cut it out everybody's getting hit
Even the racks is talkin' (haha!), they refer with the squirrels tell them to keep walking
If the walls could talk it's going down (Word)
No more fakeness, check your background (Niggas)
Hood talk, block talk, just imagine that the hood came alive
Look through my eyes
I was high when I wrote this (word), you had to notice
This shit is so sick, so sick, so sick, so sick...