Title: Paradise in the Hood
Written and Produced by: J General

Hook - 

We on top, we stay chillin',
Chillin' wit' a feelin' so ill we top billin', 
yah feel it? Ahhhh---- and you know that’s right,
it’s paradise in the hood kickin it every night,

Verse 1 -

Yo my flows take a hold and control your soul,
As I’m ticklin yah senses wit my beautiful prose,
Let’s go to paradise, my advice is fuck life,
Drop everything yah doin and don’t think twice,
Right, I’m gonna lift you up, do it swiftly,
this beat likes to sooth and it does it so quickly,
It hit me, I’m tipsy, drunk off the sounds,
I’m high like space and nothin’s gonna bring me down,
Yo I’m floatin, coastin from side to side,
You know my sounds are the illest cause it’s bona fide,
I-- jumped in my ride and put the top down,
There’s nothing better than bumpin while your cruisin around,
Reaction relaxin surpassin the masses,
Crystal clear fidelity, we killed all the static,
Automatic elevation and we goin up,
Destination penthouse cause we blowin up,

Verse 2 - 

Hit the streets wit the caddy, 
Wit my rims gleamin bling is the sight and they all call me pimp daddy,
I’m Puffin on a fatty and it ain’t no joke,
Remember back in the 80’s tokin indosmoke,
Yea I know you do, and we still cut loose,
Wit that three wheel motion sippin gin and juice,
Who’s that don piece standin on the side,
Bitch quit frontin sit that ass in my ride,
I hit the freeway and the night was set,
I had a bitch to my right and my switches to my left,
What could be better you tell me,
Yea I fuckin know we need some hennessy,
Bitch you better throw in cause this ain’t for free,
Either you payin half or your buyin for me,
She came out the store wit a brown paper baggy,
This is how it is for J the pimp daddy,

Verse 3 - 

Wit my boys at the park shootin hoops all day,
Wit my man on the barbecue cookin em steaks,
We got ladies on the side wit the gossip they do,
All my homeys in the cut the only ones that stay true,
Little kids runnin round and they actin a foo,
We makin clouds wit the chronic and the sky’s so blue,
Who knew we’d all be together for worse and for better,
20 years later and we still stackin cheddar,
letters turned to emails, pagers turned to cells,
innocence turned to knowledge and this earth to hell,
but we still livin right and it feels so good,
chillin wit my family from the neighborhood,
Some couldn’t make it out but they paid their dues,
I’m tippin out some olde e pourin liquor for you,
It’s just a "Sunday afternoon" under the "lighter shade",
Bumpin all the underground doin it everyday,