Letra de Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remastered 2002)
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin' some hoopsA 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 shitYo, man!Get the fuck out!Pump that bass! Motherfucker, 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 AlpineChased 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 shitYo, Leroy!Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glueBored 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 ImpalaThey 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 BacardiWent 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 weaveShe 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 shitWho do you think you are, Mr. big stuff? Rock this motherfucker like Three the Hard WayI'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 anotherWalkin' 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 NovaCat 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 shitL.A. playaBig Drum BeaterI 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 grinHe yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy The bitch came in with a submachine 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 shitGet busy, y'all!AwYou motherfucker!