Dynamite Hack - Boyz In The Hood Lyrics
by: Catatonicloki

Dynamite Hack - Boyz In The Hood

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 niggaz on the pad throwin up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 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 pumpin new shit by NWA
It was Gangster Gangster at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit it went somethin' like this

Cruisin down the street in my 6-fo
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle heads out there cold shootin some hoop
A car pulls up who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin that G.T.A.

Cause the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
Fellas out there tryin make that dollar
I pulled up in the 64' impala
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
Started talkin shit, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw right-cross and knocked his old ass out

cause the boyz in the hood are alwayz 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

Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly