[Verse: Mac Dre]
I grew up in the Bay Area around a gang of robbin' and shootin'
Looked up to legends like Felix Mitchell, Huey P. Newton
And Todd Shaw a.k.a Too $hort
Blowin' big hashish with dank that'll make you choke
Young Mac Dre, causin' major damage
Back in the days I tossed hoes in the back of my ham sandwich
Grown, gone on bomb seedless hemp
Hound for potential prostitutes who need a pimp
But now I'm bendin' corners, fresh out the rallies
Chokin' on roper in the back of Denali's
Drinkin' that snake bite, Yukon Jack
And boy, I ain't right without my strap
'Cause them cutthroat bandits will split yo' wig
In the streets of Killafornia, ya dig?
It's goin' down, dog, I'm in your town, dog
Got to let your peeps know how I clown, dog
In the end get it, comin' with that Blackhand sound
You thinkin' I can't clown? Let me put my mack hand down

[Chorus: Killa, Mac Dre ]
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, fool
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, son
You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing
Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, fool
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, son
You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing
Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, fool
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, son
You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing
Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, fool
How yo' hood look?
It's full of gangsters, son
You can catch me on the Eastside, doin' my thing
Or you can catch me in New York, boy, it's all the same