Boyz In The Hood Dynamite Hack

Boyz In The Hood

Dynamite Hack

Michelle

199
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: A
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A             A/C#
Woke up quick at  about noon
     Dsus2                       B7
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
        A6                   F#m/E#
I gotta get drunk before the day   begins
          F#m                     D
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
 A                   A/C#
About to go and damn near went blind
      Dsus2                      B7
Young niggas on the pad throwin' up gang signs
  A6                      F#m/E#
I went in the house to get      the clip
        F#m           D
With my Mac 10 on the side of my hip
  A                  A/C#
I bailed outside and I   pointed my weapon
Dsus2
Just as I thought,
         B7
the fools  kept steppin
  A6                        F#m/E#
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
      F#m            D
I got front and back side to side
A                     A/C#
Then I let the alpine play
      Dsus2                B7
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
       A6                         F#m/E#
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top   of the list
       F#m
Then I played my own shit,
        D
it went somethin' like this

[Chorus]
A                             F#m
Cruisin' down the street in my   6fo'
B7                   E
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
       A                 F#m
I went to the park to get   the scoop
       B7                   E
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoop

[Verse 2]
  A                 A/C#
A car pulls up, who can it be?
    Dsus2                  B7
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
   A6                           F#m/E#
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
     F#m                   D
It's all about makin' that G.T.A

[Chorus]
        A               F#m               B7
Cuz the boyz in the hood   are alwayz hard
                  E                             A
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin'
               F#m
nothin' in life
               B7
but to be legit
               E                 A   D A E
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit

[Verse 3]
A                   A/C#
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
     Dsus2                    B7
So I go   to a place where my homeboyz chill
    A6                      F#m/E#
The fellas out there try to make  that dollar
  F#m               D
I pulled up in the 64 impala
A                       A/C#
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
    Dsus2             B7
And from the 8ball my breath start stinkin'
  A6                   F#m/E#
I gotta get my girl to rock  that body
  F#m              D
Before I left I hit the bacardi
A                           A/C#
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
        Dsus2                   B7
And the bitch said something to make me mad
    A6                    F#m/E#
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
     F#m                             D
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
    A
She started talkin' shit,
A/C#
would'nt you know?
          Dsus2                  B7
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
        A6                     F#m/E#
And her father stood up and he started to shout
     F#m                                D
So I threw a rightcross and knocked his old ass out

[Chorus]
        A               F#m               B7
Cuz the boyz in the hood   are alwayz hard
                  E                             A
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin'
               F#m
nothin' in life
               B7
but to be legit
               E                 A   D A E
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit

[Outro]
A A/C# Dsus2 B7 A6 F#m/E# F#m D
A                    A/C#        Dsus2 B7
Punk ass trippin but it's alright
A6                 F#m/E#      F#m
Homies score a key,      gonna fly,
         Dsus2
punk ass fly

Bars

[Verse 1]
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |

Woke up quick at  about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day   begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get      the clip
With my Mac 10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I   pointed my weapon
Just as I thought,
the fools  kept steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top   of the list
Then I played my own shit,
it went somethin' like this

[Chorus]
| A F#m | B7 E | A F#m | B7 E |

Cruisin' down the street in my   6fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
I went to the park to get   the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoop

[Verse 2]
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |

A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A

[Chorus]
| A F#m | B7 E | A F#m | B7 E |
| A D   | A  E |

Cuz the boyz in the hood   are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin'
nothin' in life
but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit

[Verse 3]
                    | A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 |
| A6 F#m/E# | F#m D | A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 |
| A6 F#m/E# | F#m D | A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 |
| A6 F#m/E# | F#m D | A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 |
| A6 F#m/E# | F#m D |

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go   to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make  that dollar
I pulled up in the 64 impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock  that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit,
would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a rightcross and knocked his old ass out

[Chorus]
               | A F#m | B7 E |
| A F#m | B7 E | A D   | A  E |

Cuz the boyz in the hood   are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin'
nothin' in life
but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit

[Outro]
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m D     |
| A A/C# | Dsus2 B7 | A6 F#m/E# | F#m Dsus2 |

Punk ass trippin but it's alright
Homies score a key,      gonna fly,
punk ass fly

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