BOYS IN THE HOOD - Easy E
Cruisinā down the street in my ā64
Jockinā the freaks, clockinā the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootinā some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollinā, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
āItās all about makinā that GTAā
āCause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkinā that trash, weāll pull your card
Knowinā nothinā in life, but to be legit
Donāt quote me, boy, ācause I aināt said shit
Yo, man
Yo, man
Yo, yo, yo man
Yo, man
Yo, man
Get the fuck out
Pump that
Pump that
Pump, p-pump, p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald Bās in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
āTil I caught him in my car tryinā to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
āCause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkinā that trash, weāll pull your card
Knowinā nothinā in life, but to be legit
Donāt quote me, boy, ācause I aināt said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo, Leroy
Yo, Leroy
Yo, Leroy
Beer drink
Beer drink
B-B-Beer drink
Beer drink
Beer drink
Beer drinkinā, breath stinkinā, sniffinā glue
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there makinā that dollar
I pulled up in my ā64 Impala
They greet me with a forty and I started drinkinā
And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkinā
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 hoe said somethinā that made me mad
She said somethinā that I couldnāt believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkinā shit, wouldnāt you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
āCause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkinā that trash weāll pull your card
Knowinā nothinā in life, but to be legit
Donāt quote me, boy, ācause I aināt said shit
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like āThree The Hard Wayā
Iām rollinā hard, now Iām under control
Done wrapped my ā64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, āOh brotherā
Throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkinā home and I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivinā, Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beat for resistinā arrest
He socked a pig in the head for rippinā his Guess
Now G is caught for doinā the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, heāll do some time
āCause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkinā that trash weāll pull your card
Knowinā nothinā in life, but to be legit
Donāt quote me, boy, ācause I aināt said shit
L.A. playa
Big drum
Big drum
B-B-B-B-Big drum
Big drum
Big drum
Big drum beater
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellas ācause a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court, " said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didnāt budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out, āFire!ā, then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didnāt hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
āCause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkinā that trash weāll pull your card
Knowinā nothinā in life, but to be legit
Donāt quote me, boy, 'cause I aināt said shit
Get, get, get, get
Get, get
Get, get, get, get, get
Get busy yāall, y-y-y-yāall
Aw
You motherfucker