Dynamite Hack Lyrics
"Boys In The Hood"
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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 on the path throwin' out gang signs
I went in the house, to get my clip,
with the Mack 10, on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon,
and 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
I 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 six-fo',
jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
I went to the park, to get the scoop,
knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoop"
A car pulls up, who can it be?
It's a 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."
(CHORUS)
Cuz the boys in the hood are always 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
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellas out there, tryna make that dolla
I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
and from the 8 ball, my breath starts 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 somethin' 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, wouldn't cha know
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe
And her father stood up and he started to shout,
so I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out
(CHORUS)
Cuz the boys in the hood are always 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
Punkass trippin', but it's alright
Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punkass, fly . .
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 on the path throwin' out gang signs
I went in the house, to get my clip,
with the Mack 10, on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon,
and 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
I 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 six-fo',
jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
I went to the park, to get the scoop,
knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin' some hoop"
A car pulls up, who can it be?
It's a 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."
(CHORUS)
Cuz the boys in the hood are always 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
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellas out there, tryna make that dolla
I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
and from the 8 ball, my breath starts 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 somethin' 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, wouldn't cha know
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe
And her father stood up and he started to shout,
so I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out
(CHORUS)
Cuz the boys in the hood are always 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
Punkass trippin', but it's alright
Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punkass, fly . .