paroles de chanson Boyz-N-The-Hood - Eazy-E
Cruisin'
down
the
street
in
my
6-4
Jockin'
the
freaks,
clockin'
the
dough
Went
to
the
park
to
get
the
scoop
Knuckle-heads
out
there
cold-shootin'
some
hoops
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
'Cause
the
boys
in
the
hood
are
always
hard
You
come
talkin'
the
trash,
we'll
pull
your
card
Knowin'
nothin'
in
life,
but
to
be
legit
Don't
quote
me,
boy,
cause
I
ain't
said
shit
Yo,
man!
Get
the
fuck
out!
Pump
that
bass!
Mothafucker,
say
what?
Donald
B's
in
the
place
to
give
me
the
pace
He
said
my
man
JD
is
on
freebase
The
boy
JD
was
a
friend
of
mine
'Til
I
caught
him
in
my
car
tryin'
to
steal
an
Alpine
Chased
him
up
the
streets
to
call
a
truce
The
silly
cluckhead
pulls
out
a
deuce
deuce
Little
did
he
know
I
had
a
loaded
12-gauge
One
sucka
dead,
LA
Times
front
page
'Cause
the
boys
in
the
hood
are
always
hard
You
come
talkin'
the
trash,
we'll
pull
your
card
Knowin'
nothin'
in
life,
but
to
be
legit
Don't
quote
me,
boy,
'cause
I
ain't
said
shit
Yo,
Leroy!
Beer
drinkin',
breath
stinkin',
sniffin'
glue
Bored
as
hell
and
I
wanna
get
ill
So
I
went
to
a
place
where
my
homeboys
chill
The
fellas
out
there
makin'
that
dollar
I
pulled
up
in
my
6-4
Impala
They
greet
me
with
a
40
and
I
started
drinkin'
And
from
the
8-ball
my
breath
started
stinkin'
Left
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
ho
said
somethin'
that
made
me
mad
She
said
somethin'
that
I
couldn't
believe
So
I
grabbed
the
stupid
bitch
by
her
nappy-ass
weave
She
started
talkin'
shit,
wouldn't
you
know?
Reached
back
like
a
pimp,
slapped
the
ho
Her
father
jumped
up
and
he
started
to
shout
So
I
threw
a
right
cross,
cold-knocked
him
out
'Cause
the
boys
in
the
hood
are
always
hard
You
come
talkin'
the
trash,
we'll
pull
your
card
Knowin'
nothin'
in
life,
but
to
be
legit
Don't
quote
me,
boy,
'cause
I
ain't
said
shit
Who
do
you
think
you
are,
Mr.
big
stuff?
Rock
this
mothafucker
like
Three
the
Hard
Way
I'm
rollin'
hard,
now
I'm
under
control
Then
wrapped
my
6-4
around
a
telephone
pole
I
looked
at
my
car
and
I
said
"Oh,
brother."
I
throw
it
in
the
gutter,
and
go
buy
another
Walkin'
home,
I
see
the
G
ride
Now
Cat
is
drivin',
Kilo
on
the
side
As
they
busted
a
U,
they
got
pulled
over
An
undercover
cop
in
a
dark
green
Nova
Cat
got
beat
for
resistin'
arrest
He
socked
the
pig
in
the
head
for
rippin'
his
Guess
Now
G
is
caught
for
doin'
the
crime
Fourth
offense
on
the
boy
he'll
do
some
time
'Cause
the
boys
in
the
hood
are
always
hard
You
come
talkin'
the
trash,
we'll
pull
your
card
Knowin'
nothin'
in
life,
but
to
be
legit
Don't
quote
me,
boy,
'cause
I
ain't
said
shit
L.A.
playa
Big
Drum
Beater
I
went
to
get
them
out,
but
there
was
no
bail
The
fellas
causin'
a
riot
in
the
county
jail
Two
days
later
in
the
municipal
court
Kilo
G
on
trial
cold
cut
a
fart
"Disruption
of
the
court,"
said
the
judge
On
a
six-year
sentence,
my
man
didn't
budge
Baliff
came
over
to
turn
him
in
Kilo
G
looked
up
and
gave
a
grin
He
yelled
out
"Fire!",
then
came
Suzy
The
bitch
came
in
with
a
sub-machine
Uzi
Police
shot
the
girl
but
didn't
hurt
her
Both
upstate
for
attempted
murder
'Cause
the
boys
in
the
hood
are
always
hard
You
come
talkin'
the
trash,
we'll
pull
your
card
Knowin'
nothin'
in
life,
but
to
be
legit
Don't
quote
me,
boy,
'cause
I
ain't
said
shit
Get
busy,
y'all!
Aw
You
mothafucker!
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