VERSE 1

W^Aoke up quick, at about n^Amaj7oon Just thou^Dght that I had to be in Compton soon ^B I gotta ^Aget drunk, before the day b^Amaj7egins Before my mother ^Dsus2starts bitchin' about my friends

VERSE 2

A^About to go and damn near went blin^Amaj7d Young niggas^D on the path throwin' up gang sings ^B I^A went in the house to get the cl^Amaj7ip With my mack 10^Dsus2, on the side of my hip

VERSE 3

I^A bailed outside and I pointed m^Amaj7y weapon And just^D as I thought, the fools kept s^Bteppin' I^A jumped in the fro', hit the juice on m^Amaj7y ride I^Dsus2 got front and back. side to side

Bridge

T^Ahen I let the Alpine play ^Amaj7 I was pum^Bmpin' new shit by NWA ^D I^At was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list^Amaj7 Then I play^Ded my own shit it went somethin' like th^Dsus2is

VERSE 5

C^Arusin' down the street in my six fo' ^Amaj7 Jo^Dckin' the bitches, slappin'^B the ho's I^A went to the park to get the s^Amaj7coop ^DKnuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some ho^Dsus2op

VERSE 6

a^A car pulls up, who can it be^Amaj7 I^Dt's a fresh elcamino, rollin' kilo-G ^B H^Ae rolls down the window and starts to say ^Amaj7 I^Dsus2t's all about makin' that G.T.A.

CHORUS

Cuz' the ^Aboyz in the hood are ^Amaj7always hard ^D C^Dome talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card K^Anowin' nothin' in life, bu^Amaj7t to be legit D^Don't quote me boy I ai^Dsus2n't said shit ^A ^Dsus2 ^A

VERSE 7

B^Aored as hell, and I wanna' to^Amaj7 get ill S^Do I go to a place where my home boys chil^Bl F^Aellas out there tryin' to make that^Amaj7 dolla' ^Dsus2I pulled up in the six four impalla

VERSE 8

I^A'm greeted with a forty and I start drin^Amaj7kin' A^Dnd from the eight ball my breath starts^B stinkin' I^A gotta get my girl to rock th^Amaj7at body ^Dsus2before I left, I hit the Bacardi

VERSE 9

^APull to the house, get her outta the pa^Amaj7d A^Dnd the bitch said somethin' to make me mad, ^B S^Ahe said somethin' that, I couldn't b^Amaj7elieve ^Dsus2So I grabbed the stuiped bitch by her nappy ass weave

VERSE 10

S^Atarted talkin' shit, wouldn^Amaj7't you know D* I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho' a^And her father stood up, and started to shou^Amaj7t S^Do I threw a right cross and knocked his ole' ass out ^Dsus2

CHORUS

C^Auz the boys in the hood are ^Amaj7always hard C^Dome talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card K^Anowin' nothin' in life, b^Amaj7ut to be legit ^D D^Don't quote me boy I ai^Dsus2n't said shit ^A ^Dsus2 ^A

OUTRO (guitar picking) Punk ass trippin' in the dead of night... Homey scored a ki, he's gonna fly, punk ass fly

Dynamite Hack - Boyz in the hood