Boyz in the Hood Dynamite Hack
(easiest to do t[A]he[Cm]se [D]as[E] bar chords)
the entire song is the same 4 chords, it may not be entirely right but it works.
lyrics:
[A]Woke up quick [Cm]at about noon
[D]Just thought that I had to be in [E]Compton soon
[A]I gotta get drunk before the [Cm]day begins
[D]Before my mother starts b**chin' [E]about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
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 sh*t by NWA
It was \"Gangster Gangster\" at the top of the list
Then I played my own sh*t, it went somethin' like this:
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the b**ches, slappin' the hoe's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The 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.
Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said sh*t ...
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the b**ch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid b**ch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' sh*t, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said sh*t ...
Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
they rippin off everybody, man
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