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