Naughty By Nature — Daddy Was a Street Corner

[Mini Skit] [Verse 1: Treach] As far as days, it's a sunny one Hear the money comes If it's a fiend I've never seen Then they're bound to catch a funny one Hear the kitty come-come wanting me to run-run Since I think he 5-0 I sold him a dum-dum I know one day somehow I gotta stop at some point But I'd rather clock ya, rob ya ass at gunpoint I run the streets like feet on the concrete We roll deep, so don't sleep on my peeps! You would think that's the only thing to stop me But this Glock is crazy cocky plus I'm dead already probably This is what niggas in the hood see The way the bad and good be Bad is getting paid so bad they would be Uh-oh, uh-oh, here comes the news flash from LA Four crooked cops just walked away So there's been rioting all day The only thing that made my day a little better I saw red and blue uniting forever Crips and bloods fighting together Back on the block it's the same damn strip The same damn clip, the same damn shit! You really can't expect a lot When the kid's juvenile and stay locked And his pops is the block! [Hook] "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" Aww shit! Goddamn! "Only the streets tell stories" "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" Aww shit! Goddamn! "Only the streets tell stories" [Verse 2: Treach] My daddy was a street corner, a goner Before I popped out my momma and saw him He was long gone for the border So I grew up doing more dirt than dust Hitting skirts, get in scuffs Just to knuckle motherfuckers up Fuck around on a bad day And he'll watch out to make these street niggas Start coming through the alleyway And when we come, we come correct and it's done It ain't where you from, it's how hard your squad come This nigga's scared! Nigga, stop, he's a rookie cop Who couldn't bust a glass rock, fool, switch your stash spot And everything'll be alright I guess unless I park and start Platoon in the projects It's my honey's night, get my money right Or your funny face will be beating up my fist, fuck a funny fight Who's to blame when you're slain for a name Or a spot and go home to see pops is the fucking block? [Hook] "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" Aww shit! Goddamn! "Only the streets tell stories" "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" Aww shit! Goddamn! "Only the streets tell stories" [Verse 3] Some kids come home to cartoons on cable To new clothes with labels I came home to corners, did homework when able I clocked it, re-rocked it, dipped it then flipped it Re-upped it then cut it, held and hold it, then sold it I'm wit it! Didn't hit the house til I was finished When it comes to dough niggas are in it to spend it Save and protect, get a safe and a tec Don't be brave, get a vest, it might save you your chest And if cops ever come to weld me down All I say is: "Feet, don't fail me now!" My town didn't have a rec., yup, I was a little wreck Didn't have a place to play So like most kids, us niggas went astray A daddy, never got to meet mine So on Father's Day I take a rag and I shine up the street sign Drop me on the spot, spot me when I stop Any time of day, if you'd ask me Have to tell you poppa was the block Money's coming rolling hard, clocking, rolling hard Breaking dawn on the lawns Watch, I'm flowing through the stolen car Every job I get dropped, hope I hit the lotto so I can stop Peace to the block, my pops [Outro] "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" "Only the streets tell stories" "Niggas in the hood ain't changed" "Only the streets tell stories"