Boyz-n-The Hood

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young **** on the path throwin' up gang signs I went in the house to get the clip With my MAC-10 on the side of my hip I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin' I jumped in the four, hit the juice on my ride I got front and back, side to side Then I let the Alpine play I was pumpin' new shit by NWA 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 six-four Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some hoop A car pulls up, who can it be? It's a fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G He rolls down the window and he starts to say "It's all about makin' that G.T.A." [Chorus] 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard 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 [Verse 2] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I go to a place where my homeboys chill Fellas out there tryna make that dollar I pulled up in the six-four Impala Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the eight-ball, my breath starts stinkin' I gotta get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the Bacardi Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad And the bitch said somethin' to make me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know? I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho And her father stood up and he started to shout So I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out [Chorus] 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard 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 [Outro] Punk-ass trippin', but it's alright Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk-ass, fly (They rippin' off everybody, man, rippin' off everybody)