Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the poplar trees

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the popular tees (In My White Tee)

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the popped hoodies (In My White Tee)

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the poplar trees (In my White Tee)

Blood on the leaves
Blood at the roots
Went from killing the track
To leaving blood on the booth

Even the B.I.G. ones unsolved
Shakur case cold too
Get the justice you can afford
And prey they don’t hunt you

That Trayvon won’t haunt you
Scary Movie we make’em riot
Cause funny beats fear when you a threat
Dead or alive

Blood on every finger
And palm, that’s on the bible
On every single lie on that courtroom floor
That bordered libel

On every single mistake that Trayvon made
Before he died
That’d be admissible as evidence during his trial

He never got a chance to state his case
Or fake a smile
Or witness his character assassinated from the ground
When the jury is all WHITE
Them blood stains ain’t comin out
Three branches of government
So bloody, that justice drowns
(From the poplar trees)

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the poplar trees

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the popular tees (In My White Tee)

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the popped hoodies (In My White Tee)

Hangin in the hood
Hangin, hangin in the hood
Hangin from the poplar trees (In my White Tee)


Walkin too fast
Like you committed a crime
Walkin too slow
Like you was thinkin a bout it

It’s lose-lose
So you figure you fucked, huh
Then boom-boom
Forensics pickin you up, son

“You ain’t a slave?
You must be up to something
A Laz-E-boy
But you ain’t makin me comfortable”

Face in my hood and hope my skin don’t scare ya
Face in your hood and then I’m Medgar Evers
Behind bars is where you said you prefer me
So I guess “Gated Community”s a play on words

People tend to look suspicious when they’re pacing the curb
A teenager without a car looks out of place in the burbs
It’s like pedestrians are fuckin extinct in the burb
At least a skateboard or pair of rollerblades in the burbs

Wasn’t dressed like a sheep
So he cried teen wolf
Hollerin home invasion
He ain’t in no house

But we all in your head
And you can’t git us out
Cut off my tongue and jive still spills out my mouth
Got nigga on the brain
And you can’t jig me out

Gun in hand, you half the man
With half the chance, I’d be twice
You could hang me from a tree
And I would still be too fly
(From the poplar trees)