Boyz n the 'hood - Dynamite Hack (NWA)

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Woke up quick, at about noon
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Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
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I gotta get drunk, 'fore the day begins
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Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind,
Young niggas on the path throwin' up gang sings
I went in the house to get the clip
With my mack 10, on the side of my hip

I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
I jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back. side to side

Then I let the Alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit it went somethin' like this

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	Crusin' down the street in my six fo'
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	Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's

	I went to the park to get the scoop
	Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some hoop

A car pulls up, who can it be
It's a fresh el camino, rollin' kilo-G
He rolls down the window and starts to say
It's all about makin' that G T A

	Cuz' the boyz in the 'hood are always hard
	Come talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card
	Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
	Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit

Bored as hell, and I wanna' to get ill
So I go to a place where my home boys chill
Fellas out there tryin' to make that dolla'
I pulled up in the six four impalla

I'm greeted with a forty and I start drinkin'
And from the eight ball my breath starts stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Pull to the house, get her outta the pad
And the bitch said somethin' to make mad,
She said somethin' that, I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave

Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
and her father stood up, and started to shout
So I threw a right cross and knocked his ole' ass out

	Cuz the boys in the hood are always hard
	Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
	Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
	Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit

[Instrumental]

Punk ass trippin' in the dead of night...
Homey scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass fly