Blu, Fashawn, Pac Div - Boyz N The Hood lyrics

Ayy, you got five?
You wanna go in there and get some Swishers?
You al-, nigga you already older than fifteen

I was in love with the block
Call it a Avenue Jones
Through the village we just happened to roam
Knuckleheads, bad to the bone
And every single snotnose had
An addict at home i drunk vodka and juice
With the fatherless youth
Every day between the hours of two
We ate tacos at Hoot
Every now and then, somebody would shoot
They hit that youngin with a stray
While he was tying his shoe
Let if off then they hopped in the coupe
And nobody said a word 'bout
The body on the curb hit the homie Flacko
That's the vato with the herb
I mean papi cool but his posse full of herbs
Got our chronic from the 'burbs
Around the same time, I was tryna learn
How to pick a lock with a hanger
Load shots in the chamber
Get low from the cops and the neighbors
Boys in the hood

Born and raised in Killa Cali
Dreaming one day the city's ours
Young niggas hopping fences
Licking chili powder
Eddie Bauers and doctors passed
Stockton to Ladera Heights
Young kids wearing Nikes, sharing bikes
Tearing mics up
Kept a nice cut and the fades
Never affiliated but my niggas bang
Getting paid
Shouts to my grandma, still in the Js
Coco Ave, 4-4 mag
Tucked away when the po-pos pass
Walked to the stove but don't step
On the old folk grass
A 80s baby like Thrifty's and Pick 'N Save
Wear the wrong colors
Might as well dig your grave
Ditch your school to throw hands
Stick and move bagging chicks at Fox Hills
Like shit was cool different dudes
Go by a set of different rules
We obviously ain't got shit to lose
Boys in the hood

Ayy, ayy you got your homegirls with you?
Okay, ayy
Just meet us on Fairfax, meet us on Fairfax

I got the old three sitting on
My neck for my set
Big B sitting on my chest for the best
Headed to the East, raised in the West
In them streets
I think you need a cage and a vest
Ducking strays on my way to church
On my way to work
Blazed trying to lace a verse
So I can pay the first
Blu be copping chains
Shopping days 'til my pockets hurt
Rob a purse if she see me in a soggy shirt
But on the turf, niggas flipping work
Chickens chirp
On a flirt, nonsense, no smirk
Jerkface, tell the jerk, burgers and a shank
If she think she worth what she work
She need a break
Pissing off the city with a silly cigarette
On my BMX with my Rollie on and my Holy text
Telling Moses "You can lead
Us through the sea
But, you can't keep seas out the streets"
Boys in the hood

After school
Niggas eating Cheetos by the tetherball
Tony Starks had me fiending
For them leather Clarks
501s, I'm starched, creased up
Niggas going chesting
We watched Darkwing Duck
Bad niggas rocking duck tails
Thermos with the lunch pail
Taking trips to Catalina
Niggas swear we upscale
Puff Ls, Olde E cans of Mickey
Real Venice 'fore they turned that
Shit to Abbot Kinney
That past is in me, skating through that 818
Homies out the pen like
Ray Lewis gaining weight it ain't for play
Thought you know them boys been banging
The whole hood shook just
Off of Northridge quaking
Tadow, nigga, domino
My uncle bumped The Commodores
Humping on the sub and just be
Done before they mama home
Reminiscing with these poisonous goods
Doughboy get that dope, boy
Boys in the hood, huh

Lost in a promised land, milk and honies
A field of dreams, this the city of angles
Set your neck on the line
That shit'll get strangled
What you expect? Rep besides connected
The cul-de-sac council
Starter jackets and Sauconys
The sauce in me and a sordid past
Fresh from court, no boarding pass
Fourth and orange velour lab
Pour more with a taller glass
Monetary support towards some college class
A wealth of knowledge, hustle mania
Game became placed to make with power
Sitting on the stoop like a substitute, solid
Chopping it with the barbers
Displacing transplanted
Sipping a chalice in childish comfort
The colors got colored improper
Shuffling shuckers, cool suckers
Cards for audit
A pharaoh's pharaoh, auctions
A primordial microcosm