Текст песни Boys In The Hood

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 begins

Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind

Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs

I went in the house to get the clip

With my Mac10 on the side of my hip

I bailed outside and pointed my weapon

Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin

I jumped in the fo' 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 6-fo'

Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's

I went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop

A car pulls up, who can it be?

The 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.

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You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill

So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill

The fellas out there try to make that dollar

I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered

greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'

And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 something to make 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, would'nt you know?

I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe'

And her father stood up and he started to shout

So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard

You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

Punk ass trippin in the dead of night

homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
they rippin off everybody, man