Boys In The Hood Lyrics

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Boys In The Hood Lyrics

by Dynamite Hack

(hahahaha) hey yo man, u remember that shit Easy did awhile back?
Mothafucka said one gon' work. (that crazy shit?) Yeah, that stupid
shit man.
Hey yo Easy! Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
man and bust this crazy shit.

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back, and side to side
Then I let the alpine play
Pumpin' new shit buyin WA
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit ...

Donald B's in the place to gimme the pace
He said "My man, J.D. is on free base." the
boy J.D. was a friend of mine, til i caught him
in my car tyin to steal a alpine.
Chase him up the street to call a truce.
The silly mothafucka pulls out a DeuceDeuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12-guage.
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit ...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-fo' Impala
They greet with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Went to her house get her out of the pad
Dumb ho said something that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe'
Her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit ...

Punk ass trippin but it's all right
homies scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass, fly