Boyz N The Hood Song Lyrics by Eazy-E
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while backMotherfuckers said it wasn’t gonna work (word)That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shitHey yo Eazy! (Yo!)Hey man why don’t you come off the piano for a minute, manAnd bust this crazy shit
Woke up quick at about noonJust thought that I had to be in Compton soonI gotta get drunk before the day beginBefore my mother starts bitchin bout my friendsAbout to go and damn near went blindYoung niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signsRan in the house and grabbed my clipWith the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weaponJust as I thought, the fools kept steppinJumped in the fo’ hit the juice on my rideI got front back and side to sideThen I let the Alpine playBumpin new shit by NWAIt was “Gangsta Gangsta” at the top of the listThen I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in my six-fo’Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoesWent to the park to get the scoopKnuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoopsA car pulls up, who can it be?A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo GHe rolls down his window and he started to sayIt’s all about makin that GTA
‘Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talkin that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowin’ nothin in life but to be legitDon’t quote me boy, ’cause I ain’t sayin shit
Yo manGet the fuck outPump that beatMothafucka, say what?
Donald B’s in the place to give me the paceHe said my man JB is on freebaseThe boy JB was a friend of mineTil I caught him in my car tryin to steal my AlpineChased him up the street to call a truceThe silly motherfucker pulls out a deuce-deuceLittle did he know I had a loaded 12 gaugeOne sucker dead, LA Times first page
‘Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talkin that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowin’ nothin in life but to be legitDon’t quote me boy, ’cause I ain’t sayin shit
Yo Leroy!Beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, sniffin’ glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get illSo I went to a spot where my homeboys chillThe fellows out there, makin that dollarI pulled up in my 6-4 ImpalaThey greet me with a 40 and I start drinkinAnd from the 8-ball my breath start stinkinLove to get my girl, to rock that bodyBefore I left I hit the BacardiWent to her house to get her out of the padDumb hoe says something that made me madShe said somethin that I couldn’t believeSo I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weaveShe started talkin shit, wouldn’t you know?Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoeHer father jumped out and he started to shoutSo I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out
‘Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talkin that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowin nothin’ in life but to be legitDon’t quote me boy, ’cause I ain’t sayin 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 controlThen wrapped the six-fo’ round the telephone pollI looked at my car and I said, “Oh brotherI throw it in the gutter and go buy another”Walkin home and I see the G rideNow Ket is drivin Kilo on the sideAs they busted a U, they got pulled overAn undercover cop in a dark green NovaKet got beaten for resistin arrestHe socked the pig in the head for rippin his GuessNow G is cut for doin the crimeFor defence on the boy, he’ll do some time
‘Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talkin that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowin’ nothin in life but to be legitDon’t quote me boy, ’cause I ain’t sayin shit
Big drum beater
I went to get them out but there was no bailThe fellaz start to riot in the county jailTwo days later in municipal courtKilo G on trial straight cold cut a fartDisruption of a court, said the judgeOn a six year sentence my man didn’t budgeBailer came over to turn him inKilo G looked up and gave a grinHe yelled out “FIRE!”, then came SuziThe bitch came in with a sub-machine UziPolice shot the bitch but didn’t hurt herBoth up state for attempted murder
‘Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talkin that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowin’ nothin in life but to be legitDon’t quote me boy, ’cause I ain’t sayin shit
Yeah, I kicked a little assBut that was a blast from the past, mothafucka