Boyz N the Hood - JITT & Jsm

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

Yeah gangster Dresta just step to this mother fucker And this one goes out to all the OG's out there And I can't forget the baby gangster's What's up nigga's My nigga that came back with some of that ol' school original West Coast shit nigga That got all y'all on this dick first place, yeah So run that city, shit Cruising down tha street in my '64 Jacking tha freaks, clocking the dough Went to the park the get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoop 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 making that GTA 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta) (Wrong nigga to fuck with) (Straight up, straight up, straight up gangster) (Wrong nigga to fuck with) Donald B's in tha place to give me the pace He said my man JD is on free base The boy JD was a friend of mine Until I caught him in my car trying to steal a Alpine I chased him up tha street to call a truce Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, L.A. Times front page 'Cuse tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) (Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Punk, punk muthafuckers like it ain't no thang) Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill Nigga's out there making that dollar I pulled up in my '64 Impala They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinking And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinking Left to get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the Bacardi I went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe said something that made me mad She said something that I couldn't believe So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talking shit, wouldn't ya know? Reached back like a pimp, slapped tha hoe Her father jumped up and he started to shout So I bombed on pops, knocked his old ass out 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (And if a sucker talks shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker talks shit, I give him up) (And if a sucker shit, I give him up) Now I'm rolling hard, now under control Then wrapped the '64 around a telephone pole I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother" Throw it in the gutter and go buy another Walking home and I see the G-ride Now Kat is driving Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over A undercover cop in a dark green Nova Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest He socked tha pig in the head for rippin' his Guess Now G is caught for doing tha crime Slap defense on tha boy, he'll do some time 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) (I'll punk you like that, won't give a fuck) I went to get them out but there was no bail My nigga's caused a riot in the county jail Two days later in municipal court Kilo G on trial, straight cut a fart "Obstruction of tha 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 Susie The bitch came in wit a submachine Uzi Police shot tha bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder 'Cause tha boyz n tha hood are always hard Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy 'cause I ain't sayin' shit