[Intro]
Inglewood, Ingle-inglewood (hey!)
Inglewood, Ingle-inglewood
[Verse 1]
Sidewalk stories by the corner store
Tía selling mango by the open door
Kids play tag in the parking lot
Sirens sing, but the block still hot
We got barbershop talk, big old dreams
Grandma’s rosary, ripped blue jeans
They say this city always up to no good
But they never walked my side of Inglewood
[Chorus]
Inglewood, city “up to no good”
But we up to something good, yeah, we up to something good (hey!)
From the front-yard chairs to the backstreet crews
We got love on the move in these old house shoes
Inglewood, city “up to no good”
But we up to something good, yeah, we up to something good
You can judge our name, but you can’t judge our hood
‘Cause we raise each other up in Inglewood
[Verse 2]
I remember late nights, eight deep in a hatchback
Sharing one plate, everybody got a last snack
Coach on the field yelling, “Run, don’t quit”
He the reason I believed I’d ever make it out a bit
Laughs from the porch when the lights all fade
Block party when a paycheck’s finally made
They write headlines, never spell it like they should
They don’t see the heartbeats under all this wood
[Bridge]
[Tempo drops, vocal turns operatic]
Ooooh, In-gle-wooooood!
You hold my childhood in your hands
Ooooh, In-gle-wooooood!
You turned strangers into fam’ly in your plans
[Chorus]
Inglewood, city “up to no good”
But we up to something good, yeah, we up to something good (oh yeah!)
From the front-yard chairs to the backstreet crews
We got love on the move in these old house shoes
Inglewood, city “up to no good”
But we up to something good, yeah, we up to something good
You can judge our name, but you can’t judge our hood
‘Cause we’re one big, loud, proud
Ingle-ingle-inglewood
[Outro]
Inglewood, Ingle-inglewood (hey!)
City “up to no good” but we up to something good