Boyz-N-The-Hood - Remix;Edited

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 ni—as 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 s—t by NWA

It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list

Then I played my old s—t, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my '64

Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the doe

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 boyz n tha 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, I ain't said nuttin' yet

Yo man, yo man, yo, yo, yo man, yo man, yo man

Get the f—k out!

Pump that, pump that, pump, pump, pump that, pump that, pump that bass

Muthaf—ka say what?

Donald B in the place to give me the pace

He say my man JD is on freebase

The boy JD was a friend of mine

'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal the Alpine

I chased him up the street to call a truce

First I beat him down 'cause I had the juice

Little did he know I was from tha old school

One sucka beat, didn't know the rule

'Cause the boyz n tha 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, I ain't said nuttin' yet

Yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo Leroy, yo Leroy

Beer dri-, beer dri-, beer, beer, beer, beer dri-, beer dri-, beer dri-

Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill

So I went to a place where my homeboys chill

The fellas out there, makin' that dollar

I pulled up in my '64 Impala

They greet me wit' a 40 and I started drinkin'

And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 girl said somethin' that made me mad

She said somethin' that I couldn't believe

So I grabbed the stupid girl by her basket weave

She started talkin' trash, wouldn't you know?

Reached back, caught myself, I had to go

Her father jumped up and he started to shout

So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out

'Cause the boyz n tha 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, I ain't said nuttin' yet

Who do, who do, who do, who do

Who, who do, who do, who do, who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Stuff

Rock this muthaf—ka like three the hard way!

I'm rollin' hard, now under control

Done wrapped my '64 around 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 U, they got pulled over

A undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Cat got beat 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 boyz n tha 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, I ain't said nuttin' yet

L.A. Playa

Big drum, big drum, big, big, big, big drum, big drum, big drum

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 cold 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 Suzi

The girl came in with a sub-machine Uzi

Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her

Both up state for attempted murder

'Cause the boyz n tha 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, I ain't said nuttin' yet

Get, get, get, get, get, get

Get, get, get, get, get, get busy y'all!

You, you, you, you, you, you muthaf—ka'