Welcome to the Get Up Ready Go
Where the people be livin' kinda low
So you better not be too slow
Or you might catch the B .O.
These are the people in
my neighborhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighborhood
And most of them are up to no good
Let's take a walk through my hood
With that phrase, it's all good
Don't apply, although I wish you could
The thickness of shit is real
Come and get a feel of the raw deal
See that nigga running with the steel
But his name is KK and back in the day
He was a star running back
Plus he ran track
He could've been the next Walter Payton
But wait and watch him go
and stick that lady up and start skating
And see that sister
with the weave down her back
That's Priscilla
And she be drinking Miller by the pack
Her brother's name is Junebug
He caught a slug and it's fine right here
Now he rolls a wheelchair
And there's Mrs. Robinson
That's my man Mom
She make the slamming beef stew.
And there go Joe Slim,
who wears a green brim
and drives a green Cadillac
with the spare on the back.
And that there's Zach,
who's a crack maniac.
He'll put a gun to your head
just to get his habits back.
And then there's Betty Bae,
who come out every day
in house shoes and rollers,
pushing the babies in the strollers.
There go Petey, who we all in the books.
A's in every class,
never had a piece of ass.
Then we got the twins,
who drive the same Benz,
got the same 10s and 20s
in their pocket and the skins.
He's sweatin' em,
cuz they know they got the double mint
And not the kind you chew,
but I think you kinda knew
That's Tina Parker,
much darker than her sis
That's because her mom's is
a fuckin' snake kiss
Nobody in the family's dark except she
And the UPS man with the long delivery
And Jesse,
he's the neighborhood Cinderella
And when the fella be walkin',
you can tell her
Whole lotta sugars in his coffee
The softie be hittin' offie Head's
fresh home from up North, G
That's Mr. Johnson,
and that's Mr. Thompson
Both of them are married,
but not to each other
Watch how they smother
each other with kisses
Hugs, feels, and squeezes,
oh my sweet Jesus
These are the people from
the get -ready -go
In other words, the ghetto,
green marmalado
It's much worse than it looks
and so is my hood
Where no folks is up to no good
These are the people in
my neighborhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighborhood
And most of them are up to no good
These are the people in
my neighborhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighborhood
And most of them are up to no good
Just looking out of the window
I'm spying with my eye
And I also see niggas dying
like Jimmy Jones
Who went to get two chocolate cones
But all shorty got was a few
broken bones
Cause he wanted to eat too quick
And stepped out in
the street too quick
And got hit by this chick named Anna Cruz
We drank so many brews,
she couldn't walk straight
or talk straight and made the news
Like Tameka Smith,
who used to like to sniff
And get mad loaded
till her fuckin' heart exploded
Damn, a cardiac arrest at 16
But let me speak a bit
about some more shit I seen
They found a little girl in
building number 4
With her panties to her ankles
and her blood on the floor
Maybe it's because I'm nosy,
but I sure see
A whole lotta shit takin'
place in my face
That's Mr. Jackson,
who grabbed his ax and
Gave chase to a basehead
that broke into his shed
And when he caught him,
he taught him a very valuable education
Split his wig, no hesitation
Ten thousand bullets, five thousand guns
Five thousand triggers,
one thousand sons
Eight hundred mothers,
ten million tears
Twelve hundred caskets,
four million beers
Poured on the ground
for the individuals that didn't make it
I don't think that I could take it
And nowadays folks be livin'
like the Dreads or Me dusa
It's kinda hard to get used to
These are the people in
my neighborhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighborhood
And most of them are up to no good
These are the people in
my neighborhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighborhood
And most of them are up
to no good
Damn, this is a slow -ass girl, man.
Let me get some of that gum,
All right.
Thanks, man.
Hey, man.
You're covering my MCA shit, fool.
Hey, man. What's
Oh, what's wrong?
Oh, here they come, here they
come.
Shorty right there, that's me,
and you're, oh shit.
Oh, that's what I'm talking about
right there.
You're gonna be mad straight
out this face.
She look hella, she got a big junkie ass.
shh, here they come.
All right.
How y 'all doing?
Hey, what's up? All right.
Ace, this is my friend,
Takeemah.
Hey, what's up, Takeemah?
How you doing, Ace?
I'm straight.
Hey, hey, let me handle this.
Hey, hey, my name J -Dog.
How you doing, Takeemah?
Good, thanks, y 'all.
How you?
Oh, hell no.
You look hella good.
That's Tameka,
my little honey and whatnot.
What's up? Hey, how you doing?
Mm -mm, what's this you
playing?
Yeah, I know he not gonna
listen to this all night,
Ace, right?
You know what I'm saying?
Every time I get into this car,
he playing the same old thing.
I ain't trying to hear that all night.
I'm saying, Tameka,
you always talking that shit
every time you get in the car.
What I'm saying though,
put on something else.
Just for you, yo, I got this shit.
Yo, give me that motherfucking
black tape
right there.
No, that, yeah, give me that one.
I got some shit right here,
check this shit out.
