[VERSE 1: Taji]

Another day in the hood, I awake from the sound of a gunshot

Pop, pop, pop, who needs a damn alarm clock?

I got a homie out there clocking the white rocks

He carries a hype glock, but he came to a slight stop

He found himself behind bars

Collected more scars, got right out and broke more laws

Some people wonder is it just because he live in the inner city

He wanna be a hood like Frank Nitti

Cause when he's rolling the streets he don't care

He'll stick you up for your money and make you strip to your underwear

I know it's kinda pathetic

But where I live at you get used to the sound of the paramedics

Because it's brothers like him all around here

Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here

Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead

It's a junkie OD-in laying on his death bed

This is the type of thing that I see everyday

Everything is gloomy and grey but what can I say

I'm still surviving cause I'm taking the bad with the good

It's just another day in the hood



[CHORUS]

Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood

It's just another day in the hood

Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood



[VERSE 2: Qur'an]

Another day in the hood, a kid is caught in a crossfire

Gunfire lighten the streets like fireworks

Prostitutes sell their body for drugs and loot

Flagging down cars with businessmen in suits

They always come to the hard parts

Filled with the dealers, swindlers, hustlers and car sharks

Gun shell that grabbed lives litter the playground

So tell me, where the little kids gonna play now?

Going to school I gotta walk through the metal detector

Cause too many kids, they pack tools

A lot of kids my age, they want the fast money

Because their moms and pops never had money

Out of nowhere they wearin the hype gear

Don't nobody care to tell the kids to hold it right there

Only your friends wonder where you got the money from

Two years ago you was nothing but a young buck

Now you're rollin with a roughneck troop

Looking for kids to recruit to your roughneck group

They try to tell you that it ain't that hard

You can make mad money selling dope by the school yard

But either way I take the bad with the good

Cause to me it's just another day in the hood



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: Tarik]

Another day in the hood, a man is laying on the ground

But he ain't dead, it's just a homeless man named Fred

Always asking for a quarter and asked me to marry his daughter

So he can get off the cruddy corner

I know this man is really mentally ill, but still

Hard to kill, so I hand him a dollar bill

Cause through the winter and the summer

A fifth of wine on the side keeps the man from goin under

I know some chick named Helen, always beggin and yellin

Begging for money but they gettin nothin

Cause if you give her some cash flow fast

She's going straight across the street to the dopeman to get a blast

This type of thing I see through my young eyes

So I realize I gotta uprise

And stand my ground like a grown man

I seen more drama in the streets than an old man

And I admit it ain't easy

Lookin out my window's like watchin Baretta on TV

Cop car chases, niggaz smackin girls in their faces

And redneck cops that are racist

But either way I take the bad with the good

Cause to me it's just another day in the hood



[CHORUS]