Boyz-N-The-Hood Songtext
von N.W.A

′Ey yo man you remember that shit Eazy did a while back?
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That ol′ crazy shit?
Yeah, the stupid shit man
Shit was dope
Hey yo Eazy!
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute, man and bust this crazy shit

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
About to go, and damn near went blind
Young niggas at the pad throwin′ up gang signs
Ran in the house, and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip


Bailed outside, and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin′
Jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back, and side-to-side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin′ new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my old shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin′ down the street in my '64
Jockin′ the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads 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 boyz in tha hood are always hard
You come talkin' that 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, yo man, yo, yo, yo man, yo man, yo man
Get the fuck out!
Pump that, pump that, pump, pump, pump that, pump that, pump that bass
Muthafucka 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 the Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times front page

'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin′ that 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, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo Leroy, yo Leroy
Beer dri..., beer dri..., beer, beer, beer, beer dri..., beer dri..., beer dri...
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin′, sniffin' glue

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellas out there, makin′ that dollar
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin′
And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 hoe 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 hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin′ that 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, who do, who do, who do
Who, who do, who do, who do, who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
Rock this muthafucka like three the hard way!

I'm rollin′ hard, now under control
Done wrapped the '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "oh brother"
I′ll throw it in the gutter, and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see the G ride
Now Cat is drivin′, Kilo on the side

As they busted a U, they got pulled over
A undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Cat got beaten 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 boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin′ that 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, big drum, big, big, big, big drum, big drum, big drum
Big drum beater

I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas caused 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 didn′t budge

Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "fire", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn′t hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin′ that 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

Yeah, I kicked their little ass
But that was a blast from the past, mothafucka
Get busy y′all!