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Boyz-n-the Hood

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Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin’ ’bout my friends
About to go and damn it went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin’ up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mc10 in the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin’
Jumped in the fo’ (6-fo) hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the lp play
Poppin’ new shit by nwa
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin’ like this :

Cruisin’ down the street(s) in my 6-fo’
Jackin’ the bitches, slappin’ the ho’s
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin’ some hoo’s
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh elkomino rolly kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It’s all about makin’ that gta

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash we’ll bull your car
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t sayin’ shit ...

[]

Down on b’z in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on 3 base
The boy jb was a friend of mine
’till I cought him in my car tryin’ to steal an lp
Chased him up the street to call a truth
The silly mothafucka pull out a duz-duz
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
One sucker dead, l.a. times first page

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash we’ll bull your car
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t sayin’ shit ...

[]

Butt ass hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboyz chill
The fellows out there - makin’ that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-fo’ and howlered
They greet me 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 block party
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb ho’ said something that made me mad
She said somethin’ that I could’nt believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weed
She started talkin’ shit, would’nt you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho’
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash we’ll bull your car
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t sayin’ shit ...

[]

I’m rollin’ hard now I’m under control
Then wrapped the 6-fo’ ’round the telephone poll
I looked at my card and I said oh brother
I throw it in the gatter and go buy another
Walkin’ home and I see the g ride
Now ket is drivin’ kilo on the side
As they bustin’ to you they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green over’
Ket got beaten for resistin’ arrest
He sucked the pig in his head for wrippin’ his kiest’
Now g is cut for doin’ the crime
For the fence on the boy, he’ll do some time

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash we’ll bull your car
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t sayin’ shit ...

[]

I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
The fellows start to riot in the county jail
Two dayz later in municiple court
Kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
Only six years since my man did’nt budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire!, then came suzi
Then came suzi -
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but did’nt hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Cuz the boyz in de hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin’ that trash we’ll bull your car
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy, cuz I ain’t sayin’ shit

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