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lirik lagu boyz-n-tha-hood (remix) – eazy-e

hey yo, remember that sh*t eazy did a while back
motherf*ckers said it wasn’t gonna work (word)
that crazy sh*t, yeah the stupid sh*t
hey yo eazy! (yo!)
hey man why don’t you come off the piano for a minute, man
and bust this crazy sh*t
woke up quick at about noon
just thought that i had to be in compton soon
i gotta get drunk before the day begin
before my mother starts b*tchin bout my friends
about to go and d*mn near went blind
young n*ggas 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 thе fo’ hit the juice on my ride
i got front back and sidе to side
then i let the alpine play
bumpin new sh*t by nwa
it was “gangsta gangsta” at the top of the list
then i played my own sh*t, it went somethin like this:
cruisin down the street in my six*fo’
jockin the b*tches, 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 rolled, kilo g
he rolls 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, ’cause i ain’t sayin sh*t
yo man
get the f*ck out
pump that beat
mothaf*cka, say what?
donald b’s in the place to give me the pace
he said my man jb is on freebase
the boy jb was a friend of mine
til i caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine
chased him up the street to call a truce
the silly motherf*cker pulls out a deuce*deuce
little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
one sucker dead, la times first page
’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, ’cause i ain’t sayin sh*t
yo leroy!
beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, sniffin’ glue
bored as h*ll and i wanna get ill
so i went to a spot where my homeboys chill
the fellows 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 start stinkin
love 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 hoe says something that made me mad
she said somethin that i couldn’t believe
so i grabbed the stupid b*tch by her nappy ass weave
she started talkin sh*t, wouldn’t you know?
reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
her father jumped out and he started to shout
so i threw a right*cross and knocked his whole ass 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, ’cause i ain’t sayin sh*t
who do you think you are, mr. big stuff?
rock mothaf*cka, like the hard three the hard way
i’m rollin hard now i’m under control
then wrapped the six*fo’ round the telephone poll
i looked at my car and i said, “oh brother
i throw it in the gutter and go buy another”
walkin home and i see the g ride
now ket is drivin kilo on the side
as they busted a u, they got pulled over
an undercover cop in a dark green nova
ket got beaten for resistin arrest
he socked the pig in the head for rippin his guess
now g is cut for doin the crime
for defence 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, ’cause i ain’t sayin sh*t
big drum beater
i went to get them out but there was no bail
the fellaz start to riot in the county jail
two days later in munic*p*l court
kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fart
disruption of a court, said the judge
on a six year sentence my man didn’t budge
bailer came over to turn him in
kilo g looked up and gave a grin
he yelled out “fire!”, then came suzi
the b*tch came in with a sub*machine uzi
police shot the b*tch 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, ’cause i ain’t sayin sh*t
yeah, i kicked a little ass
but that was a blast from the past, mothaf*cka

- eazy e

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