Boyz-n-The Hood

Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young nig- on the path throwin' up gang signs I went in the house to get the clip With my MAC-10 on the side of my hip I bailed outside, and I pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin' I jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride I got front and back, side-to-side Then I let the alpine play I was bumping new shit by N.W.A. It was gangsta, gangsta at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went something like this "Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold shooting some hoop" A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh el Camino, rolling kilo-G He rolls down the window, and starts to say "It's all about making that GTA" 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Bored as hell, and I wanna get ill So I go to a place where my homeboys chill Fellas out there trying to make that dollar I pulled up in a 6-4 Impala Greeted with a .40, and I start drinkin' And from the eight-ball, my breath starts stinkin' I gotta get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the Bacardi Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad and The bitch said something to make me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know I reached back like a pimp, and I slapped the hoe And her father stood up, and he started to shout So I threw her right 'cross, and knocked his old ass out 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Punk ass trippin', but it's all right Homie scored a ki-, he's gonna fly Punk ass fly Hey, we not everybody, man Not everybody