Boyz N The Hood

[Verse 1: Fashawn] 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 [Verse 2: Like] 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 [Verse 3: Blu] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] 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