Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boyz-N-The Hood, artist - Eazy-E.
Date of issue: 07.01.2016
Song language: English
Boyz-N-The Hood |
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’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 the mac-10 on the side of my hip |
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon |
Just as i thought, the fools kept steppin' |
Jumped in the fo’hit the juice on my ride |
I got front? |
n back, and side to side |
Then i let the alpine play |
Bumpin 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 in my 4 |
Jockin’the bitches, slappin’the ho’s |
Went to the park to get the scoop |
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin’some hoops |
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 gta |
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 «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit… |
Dolla b’z in the place to give me the pace |
He said my man jb is on freebase |
The boy jb was a friend of mine |
'till i caught him in my car tryin’to steal a alpine |
Chased him up the street to call a truce |
The silly mothafucka pull out a deuce-deuce |
Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gage |
One sucker dead, l.a. |
times front page |
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 «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit… |
Bored as hell and i wanna get ill |
So i went to a spot where my homeboys chill |
The fellows out there — makin’that dollar |
I pulled up in my 4 impala |
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 bacardi |
Went to her house to 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, wouldn’t 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 old ass out |
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 «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit… |
I’m rollin’hard now i’m under control |
Then wrapped the 4 'round the telephone poll |
I looked at my car and i said oh brother |
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another |
Walkin’home and i see the g ride |
Now kat is drivin’kilo on the side |
As they busted a u they got pulled over |
An undercover cop in a dark green nova |
Kat got beat for resistin’arrest |
He socked the pig in his head for rippin’his guess |
Now g is caught for doin’the crime |
For the fence on the boy, he’ll do some time |
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 «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit … |
I went to get the mouth but there was no bail |
The fellows start to riot in the county jail |
Two days later in municipal court |
Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart |
Disruption of a court, said the judge |
On a six years sentence my man didn’t budge |
Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo g looked up and gave a grin |
He yelled out «fire!», then came suzi |
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi |
Police shot the bitch but didn’t hurt her |
Both up state for attempted murder |
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 «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit … |