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letra de boyz-n-the-hood (clean) - eazy-e

[verse 1]
cruisin’ down the street in my 6-4
jockin’ the freaks, clockin’ the dough
went to the park to get the scoop
knuckle-heads 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

[chorus]
’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, i ain’t said nothin’ yet
[scratches]
yo, man!
get the —- out!
pump that bass!
motha——, say what?

[verse 2]
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 alpine
i chased him up the streets to call a truce
first i beat him down cause i had the juice
little did he know i was from the old school
one sucka beat, didn’t know the rule

[scratches]
yo, leroy!
beer drinkin’, breath stinkin’, sniffin’ glue
[verse 3]
bored as h-ll 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 impala
they 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 bacardi
went to her house to get her out of the pad
dumb girl said somethin’ that made me mad
she said somethin’ that i couldn’t believe
so i grabbed the stupid girl by her basket weave
she started talkin’ trash, wouldn’t you know?
reached back, caught myself, i had to go
her father jumped up and he started to shout
so i threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out

[scratches]
who do you think you are?
rock this motha{rekcuf} like three the hard way
[verse 4]
i’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 another
walkin’ 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 nova
cat 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

[scratches]
l.a. playa
big drum beater

[verse 5]
i went to get them out, but there was no bail
the fellas causin’ a riot in the county jail
two days later in the munic-p-l 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 grin
he yelled out “fire!”, then came suzy
the girl came in with a sub-machine uzi
police shot the girl but didn’t hurt her
both upstate for attempted murder

[chorus]
’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, i ain’t said nuthin’ yet

[scratches]
get busy, y’all!
aw
you motha{rekcuf}

- eazy e

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