Текст песни Gangstas - feat. Eazy E - Boyz N Da Hood featuring Eazy E

(Feat. Eazy-E)

(Intro)
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block E-N-T
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, Lets Go

(Jody Breeze)
From the A all the way to Compton
They say the new N-W-A is comin
Keep your basses bumpin
Stay away from who fake & frontin
Try and play me, Imma take your face to thumpin
I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box chevy murder any man standin
Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standin

(Eazy-E)
I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C
Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping, See tha foes hopping
My stereo's bumpin that A-T-L funk
You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps

(Chorus)
(Eazy-E)
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
(Jody Breeze)
All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it
This just the beginning so don't fuck with us
(Eazy-E)
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
(Young Jeezy)
Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart
Come talkin that trash and we'll pull your car

(Young Jeezy)
I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no roof
The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe
Stepped in 100 deep, deep, blew a few bucks
G'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks
My wrist so rocky and my neck so bright
My stones change colors like a disco light
Whole team strapped up, let a nigga trip
Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip

(Duke)
From the south to west, I stay in a vest
Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest
Let you trip, you disrespect, you get checked
More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck
I must confess theres got to be somethin in the water
Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder
Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes
Tryin to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow

(Chorus)

(Wiz)
Yeah, I'm crusin down the street in my L-A-C
Blowin good kenwood, bumpin eazy e
We dem boyz in the hood, in the hood I be
We out the fryer, freakin all the g's
?, for all the J's I got thanks for you
If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean
You badd niggaz better tang your lip
You gon fuck around and get in some gangsta shit

(Big Gee)
All black boys with them toys four deep
Tote heat, four speed, grow tree, in a spokes?
So, niggaz don't want beef
Nigga run up on the corner, match a barrel through his teeth
Four foot celebrate, Fifth all kinda ways
Oh he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away
Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way
The punk went that-a-way, The punk went that-a-way

(Chorus)