Eazy-E - Boyz-N-The-Hood (G Mix) Lyrics |
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Lyrics: Intro: Yeah, gangsta dresta steps in this muthaf***a and this one goes out tah all The O.g.'s out there and i can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up Niggaz, my Nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast sh** Nigga that Got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that sh** e, yeah ........ Verse one: Cruisin' down tha street in my '64 Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough Went to tha park tah get the scoop Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop 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 Chorus: 'cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit Don't quote me boy 'cuz i ain't said sh** (straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah f*** wit Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah f*** wit) Verse two: Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace He said my man jd is on free-base Tha boy jd was a friend of mine 'til i caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine I chase him up tha street tah call a truce Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge One sucka dead l.a. times front page -chorus- (punk, punk muthaf***az like it ain't no thang, Punk, punk muthaf***az like it ain't no thang) Verse three: Bored as f*** and i wanna get ill So i went to a place where my homeboyz chill Niggaz out there makin' that dolla' I pulled up in my '64 impala They greet me wit a 40 and i start drinkin' And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin' Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body Before i left i hit tha bacardi I went to her house tah get her out of the pad Dumb hoe said something that made me mad She said something that i couldn't believe So i grabbed tha stupid bi*** by her nappy-ass weave She started talkin' sh** what did ya know Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe Her father jumped up and he started tah shout So i bombed on pops knocked his old ass out -chorus- (and if a brotha talks sh** i give him a, And if a brotha talks sh** i give him a, And if a brotha talks sh** i give him a) Verse four: Now i'm rollin' hard now under control Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole I looked at my car and i said,'oh brother!' Thrown in the gutter and go buy another Walkin' home and i see tha g-ride Now kat is drivin' kilo on tha side As they busted a u they got pulled over A undercovered cop in a dark green nova Now kat got beat for resisting arrest He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his guess No More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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