
Boyz-n-The Hood Dynamite Hack
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[Verse 1]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young **** on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my MAC-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 four, 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, "Gangster, Gangster" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my six-four
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
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 he starts to say
"It's all about makin' that G.T.A."
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young **** on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my MAC-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 four, 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, "Gangster, Gangster" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my six-four
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
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 he starts to say
"It's all about makin' that G.T.A."
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