Boys In The Hood Lyrics - Dynamite Hack

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 niggas on the path throwin' out gang signs 

I went in the house to get my clip 

With the 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 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 six-fo' 

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." 

'Cause the boyz 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 

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill 

So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill 

The fellas out there tryna make that dolla' 

I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala 

Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' 

And from the 8 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 

She started talkin' shit, wouldn't cha know 

I reached back like a pimp and I 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 

'Cause the boyz 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 

Punk ass trippin' but its alright 

Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass, fly