(feat. Kurupt)



[Kurupt]

I'm more than intelligent, I'm more like irrelevant

I ain't nothin' that you see

It's just you and me and the street

It's just him and her and the heat

I don't need to watch the clock

I'm a ox, I'm Hussein, pure butane

I'm theory, I'm clearly scientific

It's just another cool night in Los Angeles

Might as well go by the hood and just ride

I don't know how it is on yo' side (yo' side)

I used to get high, ride, when we drive by

Ridin' high as a high rise

Clip my syndrome, nickels pierce the sky

Fly and territorial, all hood breed, what we need

Look, nothin' but G's and a stolen Caprice

Just a little bit of hood in your life

Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right



[Chorus x2: Kurupt]

Just a little bit of hood in your life (ride by)

Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right (let's ride)

Let me show you what we doin' back home (back home)

From the '4s to the Phantoms to the Broughams (let's ride)



[Roscoe]

Young, semi-somatic, with matic fullies

I'm a asshole bully, my afro wooly

Young, black, and strapped

Cause when them guns clack and clap

Weenie niggaz jump up and run track

Run up on a young mack, with a pistol in your back

I'll put you on your back, buried up under the map

My brain in flames, burnin' up under my cap

My gang insane, burners up in all of our 'Llacs

Slap the clip in - snap, click, tap the trigger

And 'pap-pap' a nigga, clap his click and smash and dip

We mix the weed with embalming fluid and hash

But before you pass it, ash the tip you ashy bastard

I'm a classy classic hood monster

Jurassic with gats made by NASA

Yeah, it's Y.A., Young Assassins, we young and mashin'

Quick to run up and dump and blast on they punkasses



[Chorus x2: Kurupt]

Just a little bit of hood in your life (ride by)

Just a little bit of smoke'll get it right (let's ride)

Let me show you what we doin' back home (back home)

From the '4s to the Phantom's to the Brougham's (let's ride)