Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boyz-N-The Hood , by - Eazy-E. Release date: 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 … |