Boyz-N-The Hood (Remix) Lyrics – Boyz in the Hood
Singer: Boyz in the Hood
Title: Boyz-N-The Hood (Remix)
Hey yo man, you remember that sh#t Eazy did a while back
m#th*rf#ck*rs said it wasn’t gonna work? (Word)
That crazy sh#t, yeah the stupid sh#t, man (shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (Wassup?)
Hey, man, why don’t you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
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 b#tchin’ about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young n#gg#s at the pad throwin’ up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the MAC-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin’
Jumped in the ‘4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin’ new sh#t by NWA
It was “Gangsta Gangsta” at the top of the list
Then I played my own sh#t, it went somethin’ like this
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 sh#t
Yo, man
Yo, man
Yo, yo, yo man
Yo, man
Yo, man
Get the f*ck out
Pump that
Pump that
Pump, p-pump, p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
m#th*rf#ck*r, 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 sh#t
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 hoe said somethin’ that made me mad
She said somethin’ that I couldn’t believe
So I grabbed the stupid b#tch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin’ sh#t, wouldn’t you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Her father jumped out 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 sh#t
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 m#th*rf#ck*r 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 and 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 sh#t
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 b#tch 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 sh#t
Yeah, I kicked a little #ss
But that was a blast from the past m#th*rf#ck*r
Get busy, y’all, y-y-y-y-y’all
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