Boys in the Hood Songtext

von Young Dolph

I got racks in my front and back pockets
30 mo' p's of strong in the closet
I just left the bank and made a huge deposit
Nigga I don't know yo bitch but did I fuck her, probably
Lookin' out the window with the AK like I'm Malcolm
Wrap em then I pack em, she suck me like a vacuum
They hatin', fuck em, test em
Ya should come see me and ask me
I catch it than I pass it, I left it in the plastic
Rally stripes on the Chevelle with sum' big ass rims
5 chains on with a brand new pair of Tim's
I got junkies cuttin' the grass and pit bulls in the crib
I'm shootin' dice with the Bloods or sellin' dope with the Crips

[Hook]
Boys in the hood, we livin' good
Got a trunk full of pounds, in that Fleetwood
Boys in the hood, young entrepreneur
Ya know I keep that thang with me, I wish a nigga would
Boys in the hood, boys in the hood
My homie just called me and said the boys in the hood
Boys in the hood, boys in the hood
Everybody know that we then boys in the hood

(2)
Came up with my boys in the hood for real
Who yo jeweler nigga is them diamonds real
Who yo momma bitch is that ass real
She told me come and grab it, just so I know that is real
Pull up at the club with my boys from the hood
Got 50 niggas with me my boys please don't let me do it
Whole club full of trappers and bad bitches everywhere
I pulled up at the club through the show, money in the air
Came in the game, rockin' ice and drivin' Coupes
Roll a blunt, pour a deuce, since day one I been a troop
Pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
Drive a bad bitch cookoo
Smokin' gas watchin' the bitch scream lil Jimmy on South Central screamin' out "who the deuce"?