Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
Boyz N Da Hood Lyrics
"Gangstas (with Eazy-E) Lyrics"
Black And White Dream (Demo) Lyrics
I will be gone from here The minute you close your eyes And with a silent tear As your sign of life All i needed was someone new Only to be nothing new Oooooooo Oooooooooooooo I will be gone from here The minute you close your eyes ?? ?? Ooooooooooooo Oooooooooooo Laaa laaa laaa laaaa laaaa
I will be gone from here The minute you close your eyes And with a silent tear As your sign of life All i needed was someone new Only to be nothing new Oooooooo Oooooooooooooo I will be gone from here The minute you close your eyes ?? ?? Ooooooooooooo Oooooooooooo Laaa laaa laaa laaaa laaaa
f/ Eazy-E, Wiz
[Intro]
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block E-N-T
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, Lets Go
[Jody Breeze]
From the A all the way to Compton
They say the new N-W-A is comin
Keep your basses bumpin
Stay away from who fake & frontin
Try and play me, Imma take your face to thumpin
I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box chevy murder any man standin
Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standin
[Eazy-E]
I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up
U.S. 80's 90's Lyrics
Had a run-in with Boston Immigration And to my name had an aversion Nervous droplets Due to sleeping tablets No beer No cigarettes Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes Beer in ban The cops are tops Welcome to the 80s 90s Welcome to US 80s 90s I'm the big-shot original rapper But it's time for me to get off this
my windows as I turned on my A-CHad a run-in with Boston Immigration And to my name had an aversion Nervous droplets Due to sleeping tablets No beer No cigarettes Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes Beer in ban The cops are tops Welcome to the 80s 90s Welcome to US 80s 90s I'm the big-shot original rapper But it's time for me to get off this
Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping, See tha foes hopping
My stereo's bumpin that A-T-L funk
You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps
[Chorus]
[Eazy-E]
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
[Jody Breeze]
All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it
This just the beginning so don't fuck with us
[Eazy-E]
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
[Young Jeezy]
Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart
Come talkin that trash and we'll pull your car
[Young Jeezy]
I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no roof
The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe
Stepped in
I'm Gonna Write Momma For Money Lyrics
I'm gonna write mama for money and tell her I'm coming home I don't like big city livin' I've been here much too long I can't find a job I've been looking walking the streets up and down I'm gonna write mama for money cause I wanna leave this town Well I know now that mama's right city's no place for me I sure wish that I's back home cause that's wher
100 deep, deep, blew a few bucksI'm gonna write mama for money and tell her I'm coming home I don't like big city livin' I've been here much too long I can't find a job I've been looking walking the streets up and down I'm gonna write mama for money cause I wanna leave this town Well I know now that mama's right city's no place for me I sure wish that I's back home cause that's wher
G'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks
My wrist so rocky and my neck so bright
My stones change colors like a disco light
Whole team strapped up, let a nigga trip
Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip
[Duke]
From the south to west, I stay in a vest
Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest
Let you trip, you disrespect, you get checked
More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck
I must confess theres got to be somethin in the water
Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder
Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes
Tryin to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow
[Chorus]
[Wiz]
Yeah, I'm crusin down the street i
Runaway Lyrics
Well back before Sally left her home. She helped her daddy work the farm. She spent her days and nights just bored out of her mind. It was the eye of the storm. Little Sally was a runaway ran away from wasted youth she had a '57 Chevrolet. And a hunger for the truth. Well man when you don't know what you need. You'll take whatever yo
n my L-A-CWell back before Sally left her home. She helped her daddy work the farm. She spent her days and nights just bored out of her mind. It was the eye of the storm. Little Sally was a runaway ran away from wasted youth she had a '57 Chevrolet. And a hunger for the truth. Well man when you don't know what you need. You'll take whatever yo
Blowin good kenwood, bumpin eazy e
We dem boyz in the hood, in the hood I be
We out the fryer, freakin all the g's
??, for all the J's I got thanks for you
If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean
You badd niggaz better tang your lip
You gon fuck around and get in some gangsta shit
[Big Gee]
All black boys with them toys four deep
Tote heat, four speed, grow tree, in a spokes ??
So, niggaz don't want beef
Nigga run up on the corner, match a barrel through his teeth
Four foot celebrate, Fifth all kinda ways
Oh he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away
Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way
The punk went that-a-way, The punk went that-a-way
[Chorus]