[Slow Pain (Diamonique in background):]
Here's a story (What's going on)
Of an O.G.

Speaking on my hood (Oh)
For the very first time (What's going on)
Now, I never intended on recording this song

That is
Until the day (What's going on)
When a good homie of mine happened to thumb through my notebook

He said, "Slow
You gotta do somethin' with these lyrics (Tell me what's going on)
People wanna hear about it, homie"


[Verse 1: Slow Pain]
I see the sun don't shine in the hood anymore

Death fill the streets, police chalk on the floor
Uno eighty-seven's headline on that news
Cops puttin' free dope

On the street for some clues ($#&@in' punks)
Puppet caught a case, fifteen in the pen
Flacos rollin' hard in the '06 pen

Sleepy got weak, God, he killed his old lady
Shotgirl, seventeen
Goin' on a third eighty

Bouncers callin' shots with the needle in his vein
Lil' Lazy got a jacket, put a hole in his brain
Trigger got five from his part time job

Robbed the corner liquor store and got shot for a score
Now he's in a wheelchair
Handcuffed to the floor

Hatin' life
And beating on his wife
The hood's all $#&@ed up, time's gettin' dirty

So I sleep with my dawg (You know)
A chrome thirty thirty


[Chorus: Slow Pain]
The hood's all $#&@ed up
Pick your game up

Blame yourself
Homie, clean your name up
The hood's all $#&@ed up

Pick your game up
Blame yourself
Homie, clean your name up


[Chorus]


[Verse 2:]
Education for my people, I wanna clean up the streets (Streets)
Rollin' dice with my life

To be an O.G.
Taking chances with my music
Crossin' the line

Speakin' my mind
'Bout to $#&@ in county line
Haters speakin' on mine

Like they livin' in my brain ($#&@in' punks)
It's funny how so many be
Hating Slow Pain

Mossy from the gang, still tellin' on the homies
Settin' up the homies
Sleepin' with the homies (Biotch)

He a doin' the homies dirty, gettin' high but she sick
H.I.V.
Scandalous $$# chick

Slam dunkin' like LaBrawn James (Whoo)
Pushin' darker veins
Got the little homies throwin' trains (Ha ha ha)

Steal his %#@! from the malls
To pay the dope man
Stolen TVs and DVDs

To [? ] van
What a waste of a precious life
How could she ever be a wife

When a old man's locked up, doin' life

[Chorus x2]

[Diamonique:]

What's going on
Tell me what's going on

[Verse 3: Slow Pain]
Money don't make you a mother$#&@ing man

Your name don't make you a real Mexican (Chale)
The hood don't make you a killer or a soldier
The dice in your hand don't make you a roller
Joker, he a joke like a Ben hundred spokes ($#&@in' punk)
Sleeping with his crying baby momma on the low

Bugsy doin' time, not knowin' what's goin' on (What's goin' on, homie?)
But when he paroled, Joker's $$# is gone
Homies killin' homies on some straight bull%#@! (Bull%#@!)
Another homie gone
Another sad song

Somethin' wrong in the hood
I could feel it in the air
In you, punk $$# (*##$
If your $$# don't care
Little kids all freaked out
Losing they mind, I know

Everyone sees it, homie, stop actin' blind (Stop that %#@!)
I been speakin' my mind
Kill me with that A.K.
The hood's all $#&@ed up, that's all I gotta say (What)

[Chorus x2]


[Slow Pain:]
The hood's all $#&@ed up