Tom: Bbm
F# Fm Bbm
Socks and sliders everywhere and every day
F# Fm Bbm
Full English breakfast at a caff, not a café
F# Fm Bbm
No, no, baby, we don't let strangers come our way
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Meet me at Morley's, best fried chicken is in South
F# Fm Bbm
I'll show you gangsters, don't you go running your mouth
F# Fm Bbm
Mopeds are racing, 2AM outside my house, oh yeah, it's loud
F# Fm Bbm
But come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Link: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Oh, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Yeah, you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
F# Fm Bbm
Barely anyone at school after 15
F# Fm Bbm
We're chasing paper then Blue Borough should be green
F# Fm Bbm
I won't lie, finding a way out is our dream
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
F# Fm Bbm
Top floor of Pepys estate, we'll show you our world
F# Fm Bbm
That building turns you to a woman from a girl
F# Fm Bbm
Now time to stop, life flashes past you in a whirl
F# Fm Bbm
But you should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
[Verse 3: Stormzy]
F# G#
I'm from a hood where niggas make their money, then they move
Bbm
The woman in the Caribbean shop is always rude
F# G#
Tryna get a patty just to complement my food
A#m
So why you gotta tell my friends to move?
F# G#
No, we gotta balls the food when we see the feds spin it
A#m
Bare "wah gwan"s, I ain't seen you for a minute
F# G#
Coming from the land of wings and chicken filets
A#m
Where you're from, man won't be able to read but he can bill it
F# G#
You can see why that's a problem, any given problem
A#m
Staring in my face? I'mma ask you "what's the problem?"
F# G#
You can be Bane or you can be Robin
A#m
But we've had a lot of Dark Knights living up in Gotham
F# G#
Man, there's babies having babies, man, it's crazy up in my hood
Bbm
Shit's got me praying that I die good
F# G#
Where we'd rather buy guns before we buy books
A#m
Where they left us in the dark, so we light kush, my hood
[Bridge: Ray BLK]
Ebm G#
There's no place like home, no place like home
Bbm Gm
Buy me any ticket, I don't wanna go
Ebm Ab
To a town where there's no one like me round
Bbm Gm
Don't take me there or anywhere
[Chorus: Ray BLK]
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
In the dark, we glow
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
We're high when it's low
F# G#
On these streets, these streets
C#
Through concrete, flowers grow
F# C# Bbm
In my hood, my hood, my hood, my hood
F# C# Bbm
You should come to my hood, my hood, my hood
