Boyz-N-The-Hood

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4

Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G

He rolled down his window and he started to say

It's all about makin' that GTA

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Yo, man!

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Get the fuck out!

Pump that bass!

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Motherfucker, say what?

Donald B's in the place to give me the pace

He said my man JD is on freebase

The boy JD was a friend of mine

'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal an Alpine

Chased him up the streets to call a truce

The silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce-deuce

Little did he know I had a loaded 12-gauge

One sucka dead, LA Times front page

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Yo, Leroy!

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Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill

So I went to a place where my homeboys chill

The fellas out there makin' that dollar

I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'

And from the 8-ball my breath started stinkin'

Left 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 somethin' 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, slapped the ho

Her father jumped up and he started to shout

So I threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

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Who do you think you are, Mr. big stuff?

Rock this motherfucker like Three the Hard Way

I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control

Then wrapped my 6-4 around a telephone pole

I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother"

I throw it in the gutter, and go buy another

Walkin' home, I see the G ride

Now Cat is drivin', Kilo on the side

As they busted a U, they got pulled over

An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Cat got beat for resistin' arrest

He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess

Now G is caught for doin' the crime

Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

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L.A. playa

Big Drum Beater

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I went to get them out, but there was no bail

The fellas causin' a riot in the county jail

Two days later, in the municipal court

Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart

"Disruption of the court," said the judge

On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge

Baliff came over to turn him in

Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy

The bitch came in with a submachine Uzi

Police shot the girl, but didn't hurt her

Both upstate for attempted murder

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

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Get busy, y'all!

Aw

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You motherfucker!