[Intro]
|
Rock this mic
|
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
|
Eazy E, Wiz, Block E-N-T
|
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, Lets Go
|
|
[Jody Breeze]
|
From the A all the way to Compton
|
They say the new N-W-A is coming
|
Keep your basses bumping
|
Stay away from who fake & fronting
|
Try and play me, I'mma take your face to thumping
|
I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothing
|
And only play games in the A or Compton
|
Hop by the box Chevy murder any man standing
|
Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standing
|
|
[Eazy-E]
|
I got beat for the street to the beach I'll be rolling
|
Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
|
Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy
|
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C
|
Rolling down Crenshaw see the hoes jocking
|
Sunday nights popping, See the foes hopping
|
My stereo's bumping that A-T-L funk
|
You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps
|
|
[Chorus]
|
[Eazy-E]
|
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
|
Gangsta Beat 4 The Street
|
[Jody Breeze]
|
All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it
|
This just the beginning so don't fuck with us
|
[Eazy-E]
|
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
|
Gangsta Beat 4 The Street
|
[Young Jeezy]
|
Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart
|
Come talking that trash and we'll pull your car
|
|
[Young Jeezy]
|
I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no roof
|
The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe
|
Stepped in 100 deep, deep, blew a few bucks
|
G'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks
|
My wrist so rocky and my neck so bright
|
My stones change colors like a disco light
|
Whole team strapped up, let a nigga trip
|
Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip
|
|
[Duke]
|
From the south to west, I stay in a vest
|
Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest
|
Let you trip, you disrespect, you get checked
|
More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck
|
I must confess theres got to be something in the water
|
Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder
|
Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes
|
Trying to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Wiz]
|
Yeah, I'm cruising down the street in my L-A-C
|
Blowing good kenwood, bumping Eazy e
|
We them boyz in the hood, in the hood I be
|
We out the fryer, freaking all the g's
|
I got paint to sniff, for all the J's I got thanks for you
|
If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean
|
You bad niggaz better tang your lip
|
You gonna fuck around and get in some gangsta shit
|
|
[Big Gee]
|
All black boys with them toys four deep
|
Tote heat, four speed, grow tree, in a spokes ??
|
So, niggaz don't want beef
|
Nigga run up on the corner, match a barrel through his teeth
|
Four foot celebrate, Fifth all kinda ways
|
Oh he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away
|
Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way
|
The punk went that-a-way, The punk went that-a-way
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Gangstas
|
Boyz N Da Hood |