N.W.A - Boyz-N-the-Hood Lyrics | Lyrics.com (2025)

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Cruising down the street in my six fourJockin' the freaks clocking the doughWent to the park to get the scoopKnuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoopsA car pulls up who can it beA fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo GHe rolls down his window and he started to sayIt's all about making that GTA'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we'll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life but to be legitDon't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shitDonald B's in the place to give me the paceHe said my man JD is on freebaseThe boy JD was a friend of mineTill I caught him in my car trying to steal my AlpineChased him up the street to call a truceThe silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuceLittle did he know I had a loaded twelve gaugeOne sucker dead, LA Times front page'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we'll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life but to be legitDon't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shitBored as hell and I wanna get illWent to the spot where my homebys chillThe fellows out there, making that dollarI pulled up in my six four ImpalaThey greet me with a forty and I started drinkingAnd from the eight-ball my breath start stinkingLove to get my girl, to rock that bodyBefore I left I hit the BacardiWent to her house to get her out of the padDumb hoe says something that made me madShe said somethin' that I couldn't believeSo I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weaveShe started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoeHer father jumped out and he started to shoutSo I threw a right-cross cold knocked his old ass out'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we'll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life but to be legitDon't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shitI'm rollin' hard now I'm under controlThen wrapped my six four round the telephone pollI looked at my car and I said, "Oh brotherI throw it in the gutter and go buy another"Walkin' home I see the G rideNow Kat is drivin' Kilo on the sideAs they busted a U, they got pulled overAn undercover cop in a dark green NovaKat got beaten for resistin' arrestHe socked the pig in the head for rippin' his GuessNow G is caught for doin' the crimeFourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we'll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life but to be legitDon't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shitI went to get them out but there was no bailThe fellaz start to riot in the county jailTwo days later in municipal courtKilo G on trial cold cut a fartDisruption of a court, said the judgeOn a six-year sentence my man didn't budgeBailiff came over to turn him inKilo G looked up and gave a grinHe yelled out fire then came SuzyThe bitch came in with a sub-machine UziPolice shot the girl but didn't hurt herBoth up state for attempted murder'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we'll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life but to be legitDon't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

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Written by: Mark Morris, Mike Vlahakis, Chase Texas, Chad Ribinson, O'Shea Jackson, Andre Young, Eric Wright

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