Boyz-N-The-Hood - Eazy-E

Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young nig- on the path throwin' up gang signs I went in the house to get the clip With my MAC-10 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 bumping new shit by N.W.A. It was gangsta, gangsta at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went something like this "Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes I went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there, cold shooting some hoop" A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh el Camino, rolling kilo-G He rolls down the window, and starts to say "It's all about making that GTA" 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing 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 Fellas out there trying to make that dollar I pulled up in a 6-4 Impala Greeted with a .40, and I start drinkin' And from the eight-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 something to make me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you 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 her right 'cross, and knocked his old ass out 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Punk ass trippin', but it's all right Homie scored a ki-, he's gonna fly Punk ass fly Hey, we not everybody, man Not everybody

Inside the minds of real g's Death row is looked upon as the studio gangsters of the 90's A joke hahahaha in a game called 5 minutes of fame you wasted 4 minutes now you got seconds left kick it Come one come all and let me ride nigga Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure To be the best on the west hu you? Fool locked down this is east side nigga South comton and I put it on the map So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap And that coming straight from the ruthless gangster Eazy-e Now what would I do ha ha let's see Now I would take on sugars locked down the row Since Dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe Now I'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle Aa god dame now diggidi daze I biggidi blast On right one and smoke that ass Now corrupt don't even set trip Yelling long beach 60 blood and puppy pound Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin Well I'm all in your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck and I'll beat that ass now call me corrupt Now I'm creeping through the fog you Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa Hunting a dogg named snoop You can run nigga but you can't hide Eazy-e straight creeping on the east side 7 Ten-long beach south caught snoop free basin In a rock house I kicks in the door I said it before I never let no busta test me no more Bang murder was the case that they gave me Murder was the case that they gave me I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy Watch your back Yeah what would you do? What would you do if we rolled on you? (So don't even think about stepping in the god damn house) What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you? What would you do what would you do dirty red? I comes on the snake hitting niggas low With the cavey ass flow as I creep through the street Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know Which one make the best hoe so Let me break it down as I'm lost in the mist And take word of advice and don't come fucking with this Ain't a joke niggas choke from the smoke that I blaze Purple haze you be dazed in a stun I'll put you on your back nigga what I am the guess in a doggy dogg world Never run with muss only nuts in their click And dick in your mouth The year is 95 and I'm running the house Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do? Nigga what could you do if me and a few of my homies came through? Dumping real on you trick made bitch-made niggas What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you? You so don't even think about stepping in the god damn house Dr. Dre straight busta never broke a law in his life Besides beating up Ricky Harris's wife Ha ha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sporting braids Now he's laid fame no fortune and getting played not payed Played Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doing the pimping that's don't Be a follower be a leader and stay off the next man's nuts Corrupt the king ping stick with the 60's Cause you don't need those other hoes 'cause they're About to go up in you but only you let um Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Death row really doe Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh.