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
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 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
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 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