Woke up quick at about noon
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Just thought that I had to be in compton soon
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I gotta get drunk before the day begin
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Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
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About to go and damn near went blind
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Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
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Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
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With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
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Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
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Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
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Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
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I got front 'n back, and side to side
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Then I let the alpine play
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Bumpin' new shit by nwa
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It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
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Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :
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Cruisin' down the street in my '4
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Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
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Went to the park to get the scoop
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Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops
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A car pulls up, who can it be?
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A fresh el camino rollin' kilo g
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He rolls down his window and he started to say
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It's all about makin' that gta
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
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Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...
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Dolla b'z in the place to give me the pace
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He said my man jb is on freebase
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The boy jb was a friend of mine
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'till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a alpine
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Chased him up the street to call a truce
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The silly mothafucka pull out a deuce-deuce
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Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
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One sucker dead, l.a. times front page
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
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Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...
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Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
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So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
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The fellows out there - makin' that dollar
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I pulled up in my '4 impala
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They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
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And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
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Love to get my girl, to rock that body
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Before I left I hit the bacardi
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Went to her house to get her out of the pad
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Dumb ho said something that made me mad
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She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
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So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
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She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
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Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
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Her father jumped out and he started to shout
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So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
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Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...
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I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
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Then wrapped the '4 'round the telephone poll
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I looked at my car and I said oh brother
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I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
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Walkin' home and I see the g ride
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Now kat is drivin' kilo on the side
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As they busted a u they got pulled over
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An undercover cop in a dark green nova
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Kat got beat for resistin' arrest
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He socked the pig in his head for rippin' his guess
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Now g is caught for doin' the crime
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For the fence on the boy, he'll do some time
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
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Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...
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I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
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The fellows start to riot in the county jail
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Two days later in municipal court
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Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
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Disruption of a court, said the judge
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On a six years sentence my man didn't budge
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Bailiff came over to turn him in
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Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
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He yelled out fire!, then came suzi
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The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
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Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
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Both up state for attempted murder
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Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
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Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...
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Boyz-N-The Hood
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