Boyz-N-The Hood
Dynamite Hack Lyrics


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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 niggaz 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

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
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.

'Cause 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

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there tryin' make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball 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, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

'Cause 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





Punk ass trippin' but its alright
Homie score and ki he's gonna fly, punk ass fly

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dynamite Hack's cover of "Boyz-N-The-Hood" tell a story of a young man living in Compton who navigates gang life, drugs, and personal relationships. The singer starts his day by waking up late, feeling like he has to be in Compton soon. He quickly gets drunk to avoid his mother's disapproval of his friends. As he cruises down the street, he encounters young gang members throwing up gang signs. He grabs his weapon and confronts them before driving off, blasting NWA's "Gangsta Gangsta" on his Alpine player. He proceeds to meet up with his friends at a park where they drink, shoot hoops, and talk about making money through illegal means.


The singer then goes to pick up his girlfriend, but when she says something he doesn't like, he hits her. Her father confronts him, leading to a physical altercation in which the singer knocks him out. The lyrics end with the singer telling off anyone who talks trash to him, affirming his commitment to a life of being "hard."


The lyrics reflect the realities of life in many inner-city neighborhoods, where violence and crime are common. The song's explicit language and references to drug and alcohol use can be controversial, but they also highlight the struggles of young people trying to survive in difficult circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

Woke up quick at about noon
I woke up late in the day and decided I had to go to Compton soon.


Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I had an urgent need to be in Compton.


I gotta get drunk before the day begins
I need to drink alcohol before starting my day.


Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
To avoid my mother's complaints about my friends, I must drink before starting my day.


About to go and damn near went blind
I almost became blind while leaving my house.


Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
Young men in the neighborhood were displaying their gang affiliation signs.


I went in the house to get the clip
I went inside to get ammunition.


With my Mac 10 on the side of my hip
I had my Mac-10 submachine gun on my hip as I went inside.


I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
I went back outside and aimed my gun at the group of men.


Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
The young men did not back down from my threat and continued to provoke me.


I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got into my car and accelerated aggressively.


I got front and back, side to side
My car's hydraulics allowed me to raise and lower each corner of the car independently.


Then I let the Alpine play
I turned on my Alpine car audio system.


I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
I was playing the latest songs by NWA.


It was 'Gangster Gangster' at the top of the list
The song 'Gangster Gangster' was the most played song on my playlist.


Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
Then I played my own music, which sounded like this.


Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
I was driving my 1964 Impala lowrider car.


Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
I was flirting with women and hitting them.


I went to the park to get the scoop
I went to the local park to gather information.


Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
Some young men were playing basketball at the park.


A car pulls up, who can it be?
A car approached us, and I wondered who was inside.


The fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
Kilo G, a notorious drug dealer, arrived in his El Camino car.


He rolls down the window and he starts to say
Kilo G lowered his car window and began to speak.


It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
Kilo G was talking about making money through grand theft auto.


'Cause the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
The people who live in my neighborhood are always tough and violent.


Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
If someone speaks disrespectfully to us, we will retaliate.


Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
We only know how to live an honorable life.


Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit
Do not attribute statements to me, as I did not say anything.


Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
I am very bored and want to get into some trouble.


So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
I went to hang out with my male friends at a familiar spot.


The fellas out there tryin' make that dollar
My friends were out there trying to make some money.


I pulled up in the 6-fo' Impala
I drove my 1964 Impala to the location.


Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
I was welcomed with a bottle of 40 oz malt liquor and started to drink it.


And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I drank from an 8-ball flask of alcohol, which made my breath smell bad.


I gotta get my girl to rock that body
I have to get my girlfriend to dance and move her body.


Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Before leaving, I took a swig from a bottle of Bacardi rum.


Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
I arrived at her house and took her out with me.


And the bitch said something to make me mad
My girlfriend said something that angered me.


She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
She said something that surprised me and was unbelievable.


So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
In anger, I grabbed her hair weave and pulled it.


She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
She continued to say disrespectful things to me.


I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe'
I hit her backhanded like a pimp would do to a prostitute.


And her father stood up and he started to shout
Her father got up and began yelling.


So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
I punched her father with a right cross, and he fell to the ground.


Punk ass trippin' but its alright
A person was acting cowardly, but I was showing tolerance.


Homie score and ki he's gonna fly, punk ass fly
My friend scored and will now sell a kilogram of drugs, causing his enemies to flee.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Chad Robinson, Chase Ayres Scott, Eric Wright, Mark Morris, Michael Lewis Vlahakis, O'shea Jackson

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@ivanmoreno5387

ah yes, the good ol days...

when we used to raise the roof, and backyard boogie...

when we’d tell people to talk to the hand
because the face don’t understand...

When one pant sleeve was folded up
and everyone threw up the Westside...

...the 90s were amazing.



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I always crack up when they wave to the cop

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