Dynamite Hack - Boys In The Hood lyrics

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**hin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young n***as on the path throwin' out gang signs I went in the house to get my clip With the Mac 10 on the side of my hip I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon And 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 pumpin' new sh** by NWA It was, 'Gangster, Gangster' at the top of the list Then I played my own sh**, it went somethin' like this 'Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Jockin' the b**hes, slappin' the hoes I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoop' A car pulls up, who can it be? It's a fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G He rolls down the window and he starts to say "It's all about makin' that G.T.A." 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said sh** Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill The fellas out there tryna make that dolla' I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8 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 b**h said somethin' to make me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid b**h by her nappy-a** weave She started talkin' sh**, wouldn't cha 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 a right cross and knocked his old-a** out 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said sh** Punk a** trippin' but its alright Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk a**, fly