Hey let's party let's get down Let's turn the radio on this is the meltdown Get out the camera take a picture The drag Queens and the freaks are all out
All the places we grew up with Playing hide and seek Disappearing while we all sleep Is it something we gonna get used to? Is it something we gonna get
I woke up with the power out Not really something to shout about Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans I went
Alexander, our older brother, set out for a great adventure. He tore our images out of his pictures, he scratched our names out of all his letters. Our
I've got to get out of I've got to get out of this hood I've got to get out of this neighborhood I've got to get out of it Got to get out I've had enough
[Chorus] X4 Neighborhood super stars It's them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars [Verse 1 - Slim Thug] Bitch you might not know me, but in my
Hey what's happening? It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Back with some more shit You know I cruise my low riders But I just can't find nothing to cruise to you
Born in 1975, brought up in a small neighborhood On the outskirts of San Diego, California Spent my time hangin' out on the street corner with the homeboys
Yeah I used to ride my bicicleta down the calles of my town oldies everyday,thats the way it was those were the days, the crazy ones a lot people
Here's where it all began Here's where I heard that beat Here's where I tapped that tap With my natural rhythm feet In my simple humble neighborhood On
It was a rock and roll wedding, Held down at a rock and roll shack, Well the groom wore boots and leather, Let me tell you that the bride she wore black
Hello, Mr. Caterpillar, inching along I see Oh a caterpillar crawls around His tummy rubs along the ground But you're bound to get a big surprise 'Cause
I was born in the country on an old farm road Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned Except
There goes the neighborhood Here come them fuckin' niggas With their fancy cars Who gave them fuckin' niggas Those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the
It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember I seen this whore that I met in December The bitch didn't wanna give me no play But she heard
We don't wanna go home We're bad people and we do bad things Yea, we don't wanna go home We don't wanna, we don't wanna go We're bad people and we do
There goes the neighborhood. Here come them fuckin' wiggers with those fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' wiggers those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the
It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, A beautiful day for a neighbor, Would you be mine? Could you be mine? It's a neighborly day in this
