Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Wright
Eric Wright
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Engineer
Dr. Jam
Dr. Jam
Producer

Lyrics

Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clocking 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 rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
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
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal a Alpine
I chase 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 sucka dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Bored as fuck and I want to get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
**** out there makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me with a forty and I start 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 something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talking shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp, slapped the ho
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I bombed on pops, knocked his old ass out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Now, I'm rollin' hard, now under control
Then wrapped the '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
A undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Now, Kat got beat for resisting 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 boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
My **** caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight 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 Susie
The bitch came in with a submachine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Written by: Eric Wright, Henrik Rasmussen, O'Shea Jackson
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