Boyz-n-The Hood

[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)