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Boyz-N-The-Hood Lyrics – Eazy-E

[Laughs] “A’yo, man, you remember that shit Eazy did a while back?
Motherfuckers said wasn’t gonna work (that crazy shit).
Stupid shit man, aiyo Eazy.
Why don’t you come out from the piano
And bust this crazy shit.”

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 bitching about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the path throwing up gang signs
Ran in the house, and grabbed my clip
With the mack 10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought the fools kept stepping
Jumped in the fo’ hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the alpine play (play)
Pumping new shit by N.W.A.
It was gangster gangster at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit and it went somethin’ like this
Cruising down the street in my six-fo’
Joking the bitches, slapping the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold, shooting some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolling kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It’s all about making that G.T.A.

[Chorus:] ‘Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, we’ll pull ya card
Knowin’ nothing in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me, boy, ’cause I ain’t said shit

[Scratches] yo, man
“Get the fuck out.”
[Scratches] pump that beat
“Motherfucker, say what.”

Down on Bs is the place to give me the pace
He said my man J.D. is on freebase
The boy J.D. was a friend of mine
‘Til I caught him in my car trying to steal the alpine
Chased him down the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. times front page

[Chorus:] ‘Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, well, pull ya card
Knowin’ nothing in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy ’cause I ain’t said shit

[Scratches] “Yo, Leroy.”
[Scratches] “Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue.”

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellas out there making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6 fo’ Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinking
And from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinking
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 hoe 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 hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out

[Chorus:] ‘Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, well, pull ya card
Knowin’ nothing in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy ’cause I ain’t said shit

[Scratches] “Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff?”
[Scratches] “Rock this motherfucker like the hard 3 the hard way.”

I’m rolling hard, now under control
Then wrapped the 6 fo’ round a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, “Oh, Brother.”
I’ll throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walking home and I seen the G ride
Now cat is driving, kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
A undercover cop in a dark green nova
Cat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked a pig in the head for ripping his guess
Now G is caught, for doing the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he’ll do some time

[Chorus:] ‘Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, well, pull ya card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy ’cause I ain’t said shit

[Scratches] L.A. player
[Scratches] big drum beater

I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
“Obstruction 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 Suzie
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but they didn’t hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder

[Chorus:] ‘Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash, well, pull ya card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit’
Don’t quote me boy ’cause I ain’t said shit

[Scratches] “Yeah, I kicked a little ass,
But that was a blast from the past motherfucker.”
[Scratches] “Get busy ya ya ya ya’ll.”

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