Gangstas (Boyz N Da Hood)

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 From the A all the way to Compton They say the new N-W-A is coming Keep your basses bumping Stay away from who fake & fronting Try and play me, I'mma take your face to thumping I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothing And only play games in the A or Compton Hop by the box Chevy murder any man standing Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standing I got beat for the street to the beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C Rolling down Crenshaw see the hoes jocking Sunday nights popping, See the foes hopping My stereo's bumping that A-T-L funk You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps Being a gangsta is so neat yeah Gangsta Beat 4 The Street All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it This just the beginning so don't fuck with us Being a gangsta is so neat yeah Gangsta Beat 4 The Street Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart Come talking that trash and we'll pull your car I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no roof The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe Stepped in 100 deep, deep, blew a few bucks 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 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 something in the water Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes Trying to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow Yeah, I'm cruising down the street in my L-A-C Blowing good kenwood, bumping Eazy e We them boyz in the hood, in the hood I be We out the fryer, freaking all the g's I got paint to sniff, for all the J's I got thanks for you If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean You bad niggaz better tang your lip You gonna fuck around and get in some gangsta shit 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