Dynamite Hack - Boyz-N-The-Hood lyrics

Boyz-N-The-Hood 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***az on the pad throwin' up gang signs I went in the house to get the clip With my Mac10 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 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 6-fo' Jockin' the b**hes, slappin' the ho's I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop A car pulls up, who can it be? The 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. Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz 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 try to make that dollar I pulled up in the 6-4 impala Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 something 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**, would'nt you know? I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho' And her father stood up and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old a** out Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz 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 IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT Homies score a key, gonna fly, punk a** fly