Boyz N the Hood - Blu, Fashawn, Pac Div

I was in love with the block, call it the 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

Everyday in between the hours of two we ate taco’s and hoot

Every now and then somebody would shoot

They hit that younging with a stray while he was tying his shoe

Let if off then they hopped in the coupe

And nobody said a word about 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 a Chronic from the 'burbs

Around the same time I was trying to 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 Nike’s sharing bikes, tearing mics up

Kept a nice cut in the fades

Never affiliated, but my niggas bang getting paid

Shouts to my grandma, still in the J’s

Coco ave.

fo-fo mag tucked away when the po-po's pass

Walked to the stove, but don’t step on the old folk grass

A 80's 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

I got the old 3 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 in 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 Cheeto’s by the tether-ball

Tony Starks had me fiending for them leather Clarks

5−0-1's, 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 and niggas swear we upscale

Puff L’s, OE cans of Mickey

Real Venice before they turn 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 that banging the whole hood

Shook, just off of Northridge quaking

Ta-daw, nigga, domino!, my uncle bumped the Commodores

Humping on the sub and just be done before their mama home

Reminiscing with these poisonous goods

Dopeboy, get that dope, boy, boys in the hood

Lost in a promised land milking honey’s

A field of dreams, this the city of angel

Set your neck on the line, that shit’ll get strangled

What you expect?

Besides connected, the culdesac counsil

Starter jackets, and Sauconys, the sauce in me

And a sordid past

Fresh from court, no boarding pass

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