Boyz-N-The-Hood

Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the doe
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 boyz n tha 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, pump, pump that, pump that, pump that bass
Muthafucka say what?
Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He say my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal the 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 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times front page
'Cause the boyz n tha 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, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo Leroy, yo Leroy
Beer dri-, beer dri-, beer, beer, beer, beer dri-, beer dri-, beer dri-
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 '64 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-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 hoe 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 hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out
'Cause the boyz n tha 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, who do, who do, who do
Who, who do, who do, who do, who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
Rock this muthafucka like three the hard way!
I'm rollin' hard, now under control
Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "oh brother"
I'll 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
A 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 boyz n tha 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, big, big, big, big drum, big drum, big drum
Big drum beater
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas caused 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 Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
'Cause the boyz n tha 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!
You, you, you, you, you, you muthafucka'