Boyz In The Hood

[Intro] [Verse 1] Woke up quick at about noon Realized that I had to be on market soon I gotta get rich fo' my day begins Cause I don't want complaining about my ends Walked out the house damn near went blind Young niggas on the block throwing up turf signs I went in the house and grabbed my clip The MAK-90 put it on my hip Pointed my guns in a sucka's direction And just like I thought them niggas kept on steppin' I jumped on the phone, hopped in the ride Sittin' on 30's kinda high Then I let the Alpines play Some old school 415 from the Bay It was Side Show And Groupie Ass Bitch And until this day Nobody fucking with Rich I'm cruising down the street in my Mazi fo' do' Never jocking a bitch or sweating a ho Pulled to the park to get to school Knuckleheads outside straight shooting hoops Me and Teej pulled up who can it be A youngster said "Man, that's F.A.B." Another car pulled up and what did he say I know you ain't get that off GTA Hey look, them boys and the ice is always sauce And when we pull up, you know we gon' floss It's nothin to buy it, whatever it costs We shop at Neiman Marcus we don't shop at Ross [Outro]