This is what we do everyday in the hood Locked down in the ghetto, so we up to no good Who's takin the bad news straight to the cops? The homies from the hood, the niggaz with the glocks Man, I ain't worried about no five-o Because I dash through the alley, dickin officer o'malley, oh But they're comin from the backyard I got a stash in a trash, ready to blast his ass hard