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
bitchin' about my friends
about to go and
damn near went blind.
young niggas on the path
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'
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 pumping new shit by NWA
It was gansta gansta
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 hos
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
its all about making that gta
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' that trash
and we'll pull your card
knowin' nuthing 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 dolla'
I pulled up in a 6-4 impala
greeted with a forty
and I start drinkin'
and from the eight ball
my breath starts stinkin'
gotta get my girl
to rock that body
before I left I hit the bicardi
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 ho
and her father stood up
and started to shout.
so I threw a right cross and
and knocked his old ass out
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' 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
Punk ass trippin'
but it's all right
(in the dead of night(woppizer))
homey scored a ki
he's gonna fly
punk ass fly.
Boyz In The Hood Video (MV)
Performed By: Dynamite Hack
Written by: Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, Chase Texas, Chad Ribinson, O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young, Eric Wright
Dynamite Hack - Boyz In The Hood Lyrics
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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
bitchin' about my friends
about to go and
damn near went blind.
young niggas on the path
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'
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 pumping new shit by NWA
It was gansta gansta
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 hos
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
its all about making that gta
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' that trash
and we'll pull your card
knowin' nuthing 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 dolla'
I pulled up in a 6-4 impala
greeted with a forty
and I start drinkin'
and from the eight ball
my breath starts stinkin'
gotta get my girl
to rock that body
before I left I hit the bicardi
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 ho
and her father stood up
and started to shout.
so I threw a right cross and
and knocked his old ass out
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' 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
Punk ass trippin'
but it's all right
(in the dead of night(woppizer))
homey scored a ki
he's gonna fly
punk ass fly.
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
bitchin' about my friends
about to go and
damn near went blind.
young niggas on the path
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'
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 pumping new shit by NWA
It was gansta gansta
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 hos
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
its all about making that gta
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' that trash
and we'll pull your card
knowin' nuthing 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 dolla'
I pulled up in a 6-4 impala
greeted with a forty
and I start drinkin'
and from the eight ball
my breath starts stinkin'
gotta get my girl
to rock that body
before I left I hit the bicardi
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 ho
and her father stood up
and started to shout.
so I threw a right cross and
and knocked his old ass out
Cause the boyz in the hood
are always hard.
come talkn' 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
Punk ass trippin'
but it's all right
(in the dead of night(woppizer))
homey scored a ki
he's gonna fly
punk ass fly.
Writer: Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, Chase Texas, Chad Ribinson, O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young, Eric Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © WUSSYPUFF MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © WUSSYPUFF MUSIC