Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu Boyz in the Hood Oleh Dynamite Hack

VERSE 1
Woke up quick, at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk, before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin’ about my friends

VERSE 2
A

bout to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas on the path throwin’ up gang sings
I went in the house to get the clip
With my mack 10, on the side of my hip

VERSE 3
I

bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin’
I jumped in the fro’, hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back. side to side

Bridge
T

hen I let the Alpine play
I was pumpin’ new shit by NWA
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit it went somethin’ like this

VERSE 5
C

rusin’ down the street in my six fo'
Jockin’ the bitches, slappin' the ho’s
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin’ some hoop

VERSE 6
a

car pulls up, who can it be
It’s a fresh elcamino, rollin’ kilo-G
He rolls down the window and starts to say
It’s all about makin’ that G.T.A.

CHORUS
Cuz’ the

boyz in the hood are always hard
Come talkin’ that trash, and we’ll pull your card
Knowin’ nothin’ in life, but to be legit
Don’t quote me boy I ain’t said shit

VERSE 7
B

ored as hell, and I wanna’ to get ill
So I go to a place where my home boys chill
Fellas out there tryin’ to make that dolla’
I pulled up in the six four impalla

VERSE 8
I

’m greeted with a forty 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

VERSE 9

Pull to the house, get her outta the pad
And the bitch said somethin’ to make me mad,
She said somethin’ that, I couldn’t believe
So I grabbed the stuiped bitch by her nappy ass weave

VERSE 10
S

tarted talkin’ shit, wouldn’t you know
D
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho’
and her father stood up, and started to shout
So I threw a right cross and knocked his ole’ ass out

CHORUS
C

uz the boys in the hood are always hard
Come talkin’ that trash and we’ll pull your card
Knowin’ nothin’ in life, but to be legit
Don’t quote me boy I ain’t said shit

OUTRO
(guitar picking)
Punk ass trippin’ in the dead of night…
Homey scored a ki, he’s gonna fly, punk ass fly