Shout out: Oakland, San Francisco, Vallejo, Richmond, East Palo Alto, the whole Bay Area! Yeah! Now if it ain't a six-fo, then it's sixty-three And I ain't in that motherfucker, 'less it sit on D's Got dough beyond me, got Chris on Freeze And if you see me in the club, it's a bitch on me Fo'-five in the side, nine in that dash Three-eight for the snakes playin' in that grass See that Kate getting hate, but no matter what they say Niggas see me in the streets, then I'm in that ass Fuck what you heard, this here's the truth, E I'll be the same G when I leave the booth You gang bang on wax, but you're lame on tracks If it came down to it I'd eat ya fool I'm cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes Black Super Sport, everything original Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll Boys in the hood! We stackin' and bangin' colors What's crackin' on one another Still claimin' sets in the gutter Boys in the hood! We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother You get wet if you ain't under our own bruh Boys in the hood! We ganstas and nothin' other Still duckin' them undercovers We some bad motherfuckers Boys in the hood! We get to poppin' shots Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the block is hot Look up in the sky, see E on top In a wife B wit a white tee on top New Spike Lee Nikes, we don't rock No Vans 'round here, that'd get ya shot I don't skateboard, but I got shit to flip Yes, I'm on my grind, but nigga, not like them I stay fly and I got 'em screamin' again We want Eazy! Well bitch, I'm him Throw my hood up high in the sky, fo' sho' Rims sittin' real high, but the top is low Want the hoes to see me, so I'm ridin' slow Wit my arm on the do' so my watch can show, while I'm Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes Black Super Sport, everything original Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll Boys in the hood! We stackin' and bangin' colors What's crackin' on one another Still claimin' sets in the gutter Boys in the hood! We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother You get wet if you ain't under our own bruh Boys in the hood! We ganstas and nothin' other Still duckin' them undercovers We some bad motherfuckers Boys in the hood! We get to poppin' shots Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the block is hot Niggas know my C's in C the PT got it locked Try me, get knocked on GD's The boys in the hood, they knock my CD 'Cause I grew up in the hood, and not on TV I keep my [?], ya roll with gangstas Blue flag, new rag top on them Daytons [?] jacked, coupe ass drop on them scrapers It's just some tools that I keep to attract them haters Get in a bitch head like activated E a mack, he a whack-ass Captain Sava I stack my paper, boy stack ya [?] This Eazy, I'm Compton's actin' mayor Straight cruisin' down the street in my six-fo' Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes Black Super Sport, everything original Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll Boys in the hood! We stackin' and bangin' colors What's crackin' on one another Still claimin' sets in the gutter Boys in the hood! We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother You get wet if you ain't under our own bruh Boys in the hood! We ganstas and nothin' other Still duckin' them undercovers We some bad motherfuckers Boys in the hood! We get to poppin' shots Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the