Boyz In The Hood

A              F#m7/C#
Woke up quick, at about noon
     Bm7/D                       
Just thought that I had to be in 
E7/B
Compton soon
        A                    A6/F
I gotta get drunk, ?fore the day 
begins
          A6/F#         A6/E     
Before my mother starts bitchin' 
D2
about my friends


[Verse 2]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

About to go and damn near went 
blind,
Young niggas on the path throwin' up
 gang sings
I went in the house to get the clip
With my mack 10, on the side of my 
hip


[Verse 3]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

I bailed outside and I pointed my 
weapon
And just as I thought, the fools 
kept steppin'
I jumped in the fro', hit the juice 
on my ride
I got front and back. side to side


[Verse 4]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

Then I let the Alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of
 the list
Then I played my own shit it went 
somethin' like this


[Verse 5]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

(use chorus chords for this verse 
only)

Crusin' down the street in my six 
fo'
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Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the 
ho's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold 
shootin' some hoop


[Verse 6]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

a car pulls up, who can it be
It's a fresh elcamino, rollin' 
kilo-G
He rolls down the window and starts 
to say
It's all about makin' that G T A


[Chorus]

         A            F#m7/C#
Cuz' the boyz in the ?hood are 
         Bm7/D
always hard
                  E7/B             
Come talkin' that trash, and we'll 
          A
pull your card
                   F#m7/C#         
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be 
Bm7/D
legit
               E7/B             A 
Don't quote me boy I ain't said 
   (D/F#, A, E7)
shit


[Verse 7]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

Bored as hell, and I wanna' to get 
ill
So I go to a place where my home 
boys chill
Fellas out there tryin' to make that
 dolla'
I pulled up in the six four impalla


[Verse 8]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

I'm greeted with a forty 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


[Verse 9]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

Pull to the house, get her outta the
 pad
And the bitch said somethin' to make
 mad,
She said somethin' that, I couldn't 
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her
 nappy ass weave


[Verse 10]
(repeat verse 1 chords)

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 knocked
 his ole' ass out


[Chorus]

Cuz the boys in the hood are always 
hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll 
pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be 
legit
Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit


[Instrumental]

Punk ass trippin' in the dead of 
night...
Homey scored a ki, he's gonna fly, 
punk ass fly
E|--------------------------------

E|------------| 


CHORDS FOR RHYTHM SECTION (not the "intro riff")
    A  F#m7/C#  Bm7/D  E7/B  A6/F  A6/F#  
E|--x--2--------2------0-----2----
B|--2--2--------3------3-----2----
G|--2--2--------2------1-----2----
D|--2--2--------4------0-----3----
A|--0--4--------5------2-----x----
E|--x--x--------x------x-----x----
  A6/E  D2  E7
E|-2------2-----0---0--| 
B|-2------2-----3---0--| 
G|-2------2-----2---1--| 
D|-4------2-----0---0--| 
A|-x------x-----x---2--| 
E|-x------x-----x---0--| 

CHORD PA YING TIPS:
When transitioning from the A to the
 F#m7/C#, don't just add your
ring finger onto the A, instead, bar
 all the strings.  Then when you
have to play the Bm7/D, your first 
finger is already barred and does
not have to move.