Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boyz n' da Hood, artist - Lil Eazy E.
Date of issue: 07.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boyz n' da Hood |
Now if it ain’t a six-fo, then it’s sixty-three |
And I ain’t in that motherfucker, 'less it sit on D’s |
Got dough beyond me, got Chris on «Freeze» |
And if you see me in the club, it’s a bitch on me |
Fo'-five in the side, nine in that dash |
Three-eight for the snakes playin' in that grass |
See that Kate getting hate, but no matter what they say |
Niggas see me in the streets, then I’m in that ass |
Fuck what you heard, this here’s the truth, E |
I’ll be the same G when I leave the booth |
You gang bang on wax, but you’re lame on tracks |
If it came down to it I’d eat ya fool |
I’m cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' |
Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes |
Black Super Sport, everything original |
Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll |
Boys in the hood! |
We stackin' and bangin' colors |
What’s crackin' on one another |
Still claimin' sets in the gutter |
Boys in the hood! |
We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother |
You get wet if you ain’t under our own bruh |
Boys in the hood! |
We ganstas and nothin' other |
Still duckin' them undercovers |
We some bad motherfuckers |
Boys in the hood! |
We get to poppin' shots |
Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the block is hot |
Look up in the sky, see E on top |
In a wife B wit a white tee on top |
New Spike Lee Nikes, we don’t rock |
No Vans 'round here, that’d get ya shot |
I don’t skateboard, but I got shit to flip |
Yes, I’m on my grind, but nigga, not like them |
I stay fly and I got 'em screamin' again — |
«We want Eazy!» |
Well bitch, I’m him |
Throw my hood up high in the sky, fo' sho' |
Rims sittin' real high, but the top is low |
Want the hoes to see me, so I’m ridin' slow |
Wit my arm on the do' so my watch can show, while I’m |
Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' |
Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes |
Black Super Sport, everything original |
Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll |
Boys in the hood! |
We stackin' and bangin' colors |
What’s crackin' on one another |
Still claimin' sets in the gutter |
Boys in the hood! |
We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother |
You get wet if you ain’t under our own bruh |
Boys in the hood! |
We ganstas and nothin' other |
Still duckin' them undercovers |
We some bad motherfuckers |
Boys in the hood! |
We get to poppin' shots |
Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the block is hot |
Niggas know my C’s in C the PT got it locked |
Try me, get knocked on GD’s |
The boys in the hood, they knock my CD |
'Cause I grew up in the hood, and not on TV |
I keep my, ya roll with gangstas |
Blue flag, new rag top on them Daytons |
jacked, coupe ass drop on them scrapers |
It’s just some tools that I keep to attract them haters |
Get in a bitch head like activated |
E a mack, he a whack-ass Captain Sava |
I stack my paper, boy stack ya |
This Eazy, I’m Compton’s actin' mayor |
Straight cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' |
Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes |
Black Super Sport, everything original |
Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll |
Boys in the hood! |
We stackin' and bangin' colors |
What’s crackin' on one another |
Still claimin' sets in the gutter |
Boys in the hood! |
We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother |
You get wet if you ain’t under our own bruh |
Boys in the hood! |
We ganstas and nothin' other |
Still duckin' them undercovers |
We some bad motherfuckers |
Boys in the hood! |
We get to poppin' shots |
Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the- |