Lyrics:
as hell a pimp can't have you for cliental rocking high heels
Showing a** for the sex appeal
Dress by Jamal rich n***** you want em all riding foreign whips
the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you want to kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging
floorboards rockin' this ol' Ford
Yeah, that all sounds good
To the boyz on the hood
Girl you turn me on like a headlight at midnight
Sweet like apple pie
me
My ni**&z won't break bread cause they'n really love me
Whole city want me dead they don't really love
Hood want me in da feds they don't really
down on tha bed
Pull off tha Fila shorts n start givin' me hizead (head)
If I was boo I'd do tha same
She must love it, She ain't never complained
handle barred it to the block
See certain situations happen
When you caught up in the 'hood in the game of rappin'
You see scrappin' now leads to cappin'
niggas remember that money before rap
Niggas round my way call me Mr. Penny and a Sac
Them Boyz N Da Hood they call a nigga Mr. Bring It Back
Mr. Go
love shootin craps nigga
Jus a young rich thug
All da hoods show me love
I jus want a brick, I jus need a lick I'm jus lookin for da plug
Ballin lik
click stop, drop and then bitch
Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit
'Cause the shit's gon' get gritty as a sewer pit
Boyz N Da Hood
say
Hold up
Grab a stick, and put it on tuck
Hold up
You a bitch and you Running outta luck
Hold up
You was on
But then you fell off
Hold up
All you
block
While they too busy typing
I cant know you cant find another n**** built like me
She aint even my B****
But it get deep ina backseat
I dish off deep
stop
All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya don't stop
Verse 3: lost boyz
Word up
You know me gotta
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
got hundred rounds
B**** it's going down
You n***** is clowns
Up in the clouds
Im chilling by myself,
I'm on top you n***** down
I don't even know,
it, E-Swift be quick with it
Every time I spit it forget it, y'all need to quit it, sing it
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da
Ridin' through da hood on thrown status
Hail thug nigga slang gold accent
Ain't really for no circus acts
Clown niggas it tag fo' folk
It was
Ima chill wake n bake a cake to celebrate for real
Got no love for them hoes
Time to get ghost
Subie flying by coast to coast
Off to mars often
Got
me on the south side
Getchu home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure dat yo daddy just don't know (don't know)
I got u in da hood bug
I know what im doing
feelins
Aint nobody feedin me but junior hoes aint weed
If you want it you can get it man, in case you get to squealin
Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, Back in Da
metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is
to all who wanted it wit me
All of yall get on the floor and quickly
Fore that sawed off go off and yall hollerin Ricky
We the boyz in the hood
Makin noise
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get
click stop, drop and then bitch
Purchase Moet bottles just to bust you cross the head wit
'Cause the shit's gon' get gritty as a sewer pit
Boyz N Da Hood
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