Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix)

Eazy-E

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    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

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    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!

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