Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix)

Hey, yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back?

Motherfucker said it wasn't gonna work

That crazy shit?

Yeah, the stupid shit, man

That shit was dope

Hey yo, Eazy!

Wass up?

Hey man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute 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 bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind

Young niggas at the pad, throwin' up gang signs

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip

With the MAC-10 on the side of my hip

Bailed outside and 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 and side to side

Then I let the Alpine play

Bumpin' new shit by NWA

It was: Gangsta, Gangsta, at the top of the list

Then I played my old shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my '64

Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckleheads out there, cold-shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G

He rolled down his window and he started to say

It's all about makin' that GTA

'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Yo, man!

Get the fuck out!

Pump that beat!

Mothafucka, say what?

Donald B's in the place to give me the pace

He said my man JD is on freebase

The boy JD was a friend of mine

Till I caught him in my car, tryin' to steal my Alpine

Chase him up 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, LA Times front page

'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Yo, Leroy!

Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill

So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill

The fellas out there makin' that dollar

I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'

And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'

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 ho said somethin' that made me mad

She said somethin' that I couldn't believe

So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave

She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?

Reached back like a pimp, slapped the ho

Her father jumped up and he started to shout

So I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out

'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?

Rock mothafucka, like the hard three the hard way

I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control

Then wrapped the six-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

Walkin' home and I see the G ride

Now Cat is drivin' Kilo on the side

As they busted a you, they got pulled over

An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Cat got beaten for resistin' arrest

He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess

Now G is caught for doin' the crime

Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

LA playa

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 could cut a fart

Disruption 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 Suzy

The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi

Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her

Both upstate for attempted murder

'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit

Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

Yeah, I kicked a little ass

But that was a blast from the past, mothafucka

Get busy, y'all y'all y'all y'all!