This ain't your crib don't drink the Kool Aid
Or touch the radio
Sit down before it too late
Buckle up keep your hands out the area
As I show you every ghetto in America
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
You all good
Everybody in all aboard for the tour
This a stroll through the hood close the door
Don't be afraid Ray Ray just a junkie
He just want a hit
He won't hurt you all trust me
On your left hand side is a trap house
And the one next to it is a stash house
Oh the guy the bent down just shooting dice
For the dogs we can skip where the pits fight
This ain't your crib don't drink the Kool Aid
Or touch the radio
Sit down before it too late
Buckle up keep your hands out the area
As I show you every ghetto in America
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
You all good
All in next stop is the liquor store
Just ignore when they ask what they hitting for
Thats a little slang they just kick around
A zip is an ounce
Elbow is a pound
Please folks no food to the G heads
No smoking on loud with the weed heads
If we hurry up might see a drive by
Or Ray Ray get stopped by the one time
This ain't your crib don't drink the Kool Aid
Or touch the radio
Sit down before it too late
Buckle up keep your hands out the area
As I show you every ghetto in America
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
You all good
This ain't your crib don't drink the Kool Aid
Or touch the radio
Sit down before it too late
Buckle up keep your hands out the area
As I show you every ghetto in America
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
I'll take you on a trip through the hood
You all good