Lyrics The Boyz in the Hood (LP version) - Eazy-E

Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka
And this one goes out tah all the O.G.′s out there
And I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what′s up niggaz
My nigga they came back with some of that old school
Original west coast shit nigga that
Got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah
Cruisin' down tha street in my ′64
Jackin′ tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shootin' 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 makin′ that GTA
'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin′ that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin′ in life but tah be legit
Don′t quote me boy 'cuz I ain′t said shit
Straight up, straight up
Straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Straight up, straight up
Straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
′Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin′ that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin′ in life but tah be legit
Don′t quote me boy 'cuz I ain′t said shit
Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang
Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain′t no thang
Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my home boyz chill
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla′
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin′
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah 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 talkin' shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out
′Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we′ll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin′ in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain′t said shit
And if a sucka talks shit I give him a
And if a sucka talks shit I give him a
And if a sucka talks shit I give him a
Now I′m rollin' hard now under control
Them wrapped tha ′64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin′ Kilo on tha side
As they busted a you they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his guess, no