3rd Bass - Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood LyricsToday Im prepared to bring specific chargesAgainst certain members working in an industryThat reaches into every household in the country[pete nice]Hoods is up so skills is upIts a stick-up, so whyd you interrupt?So such bust material cerebralIm eatin cereal with spoons sippin cepacolDaddy-o slipped me some cause my breath stankWhite gold, but no accounts in swiss banksThink tanks once rolled on the city streetsI used to meet your moms between the sheetsUniverse is versus hoods prospectusTrue flam, flammin words on wax discusSo they dismiss this as vulgarityAnd once laughed and pointed at the universitySome perk without skills and push a penI send surreal scenes where you never beenLooked out, gave you three strikes, you struck outPop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts outBlew your blunts out you wings stuck up your assGassed you up then slap you with my staffI seen your skins like to go to the motelsBut your ass wont know to the hotelsCause a lip is zipped, I paint picturesA portrait, a self far from ? ?My discussion of impression aint ignoranceSo dont label the hoods on appearancesYou never thought that a gangsta could talk senseBut this artifice flipped, your beans is spentTook your papes out your pocket and just stood outThe focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up[mc serch]Portrait planned it back in the daysYoung strays, posted at the l.q. on fridaysWaitin for dice to give the go aheadHawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bedFor a herringbone hear the tune of the audio twoMilk was chillin as I chilled in the back roomListen to snaps, cuts by scoob and scrapUnion square, to tear up the krs tracksTorn up by the kent, the clark darkAs the brothers try to sparkWe knocked boots, and the boots got knockedThree a.m. and it was off to the rooftopHip-hop starski, the masters of ceremonyKa-ka-cracked out, was hookin propertyFive a.m. it was the s&sA hundred and forty-fifth street, down on lennoxStarchild made all the hoes squealFor a dollar crackheads armor-alled your wheelsWhippin home in the sunshine, fun timeBut now you cant findClubs like this that kept the music in the streetAnd pop rap couldnt get a dime to eatYo, theyre makin mills, but what about the hood?A parking lot, where the latin quarter stood!A landmark marked in the craniumBut now I bring it back in front of packed stadiumsPicture painted with the goals and the goodThe portrait of an artist as a hood[s] yo pete man, yo where the hoods at pete?[p] yo the hoods is in brooklyn, queens, bronxMoney-makin strong island[s] yo cant forget newark new jerseyPhilly, d.c.[p] from detroit to mobile alabamaMemphis tennesse cleveland[s] yo, money-makin miami, chicagoEast st. louis got crazy hoods[p] oakland compton watts wearin the hoods[s] yo true indeed, louisvilleBoostin houston got crazy hoods[p] new orleans, seattle[s] north carolina cannot forget about atlantaShockmaster ? ? got crazy hoodsListenin to his program[p] and the hoods are holdin their jointAnd theyre out[s] true indeed.. see-ya!