Boyz In the Hood

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind
Young nig- on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my MAC-10 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 bumping new shit by N.W.A.
It was gangsta, gangsta 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 hoes
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
"It's all about making that GTA"

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' 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

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 dollar
I pulled up in a 6-4 Impala

Greeted with a .40, and I start drinkin'
And from the eight-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 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 hoe
And her father stood up, and he started to shout
So I threw her right 'cross, and knocked his old ass out

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' 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
Homie scored a ki-, he's gonna fly
Punk ass fly

Hey, we not everybody, man
Not everybody