Boyz-n-the Hood

Album: N.W.A. And The Posse (1987)
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  • Cruisin' down the street in my '64
    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 rolls 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' that 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
    Yo, man
    Yo, yo, yo man
    Yo, man
    Yo, man
    Get the fuck out
    Pump that
    Pump that
    Pump, p-pump, p-pump that
    Pump that
    Pump that bass
    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 a Alpine
    Chased him up the street to call a truce
    The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
    Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
    One sucker dead, LA Times front page

    'Cause the boys 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 quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

    Yo, Leroy
    Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
    Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
    Yo, Leroy
    Yo, Leroy
    Beer drink
    Beer drink
    B-B-Beer drink
    Beer drink
    Beer drink
    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 fellows out there makin' that dollar
    I pulled up in my '64 Impala
    They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin'
    And from the eight-ball my breath start 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 and slapped the ho
    Her father jumped up and he started to shout
    So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out

    'Cause the boys 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 quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

    Who do, do you
    Who do, do you
    Who do, do you
    Who do, do you
    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
    Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
    I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother"
    Throw it in the gutter and go buy another
    Walkin' home 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 a 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' that 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

    L.A. playa
    Big drum
    Big drum
    B-B-B-B-Big drum
    Big drum
    Big drum
    Big drum beater

    I went to get them out but there was no bail
    The fellas 'cause a riot in the county jail
    Two days later in 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
    Bailiff 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 sub-machine 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' that 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

    Get, get, get, get
    Get, get
    Get, get, get, get, get
    Get busy y'all, y-y-y-y'all
    Aw
    You motherfucker Writer/s: Andre Young, Chad Ribinson, Chase Texas, Eric Wright, Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, O'Shea Jackson
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., CHOOSY MOTHERS MUSIC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 4

  • Tyler from Missourii really wish easy was still alive man he tupac biggie jmx rip to the legends man.
  • Fujiko from Lexington, KyThe song was penned by Ice Cube, but given to Eazy-E for another project. The group it was handed to turned down the song, so Eazy-E decided to cut it (with Dr. Dre in the producer's chair).
  • Kenny from Toronto, CanadaA Texas rock band called Dynamite Hack did a cover of this. That version sounds like something Bob Dylan would sing.
  • Dave from Birmingham , EnglandEazy Is a legend started Gansta Rap RIP EAZY-E
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