Boyz in the Hood

[Intro]
(Mhm)
Free my dog for assault and a battery
My mama want me to just go to school, but I couldn't fuck with academies ('Cadamies)
And that's why we start hitting the road, I ain't have no one to look after me (Look after me)
My nigga shoot like a athlete (Athlete)
Turn your town into a tragedy (W-W-Winners Circle)

[Verse 1]
She keep on callin', declinin', I'm gettin' these dollars
I done hit so many models and bitches off ballin'
Way before all of the rap, I was poppin'
When I thought a lot of money was thousands
Got the strap, it's either on or around me
I keep on poppin' these Perkies and gеt in my feelings and tellin' these bitchеs I love 'em
But that's not the way that I'm livin', I'm tellin' you, baby, you trippin'
You know I slide with my slatt, uh, I had to slide with the slidders (Slide)
I hit that bitch from the back (Back), you hit that bitch from the middle
I don't do Caddies, no lacking, baby
If they out of line, get it cracking, baby
Step on a nigga like escalators (Doo-doo-doo)
We can go answer the questions later
She like my Dior, she like my Versace, she feelin' my vibe (Feelin' my vibe)
I love when Angel with me in the whip 'cause she roll whil I drive (Mhm)
But I can't put none of my love in a bitch and I won't even try
You fuck with my brother, my nigga, you better be ready to die
I won't even lie, my niggas gon' slide, slide, slide

[Chorus]
Hop out, hit him up, and then skrrt off
Turn me up, put his shit on the curb, dog
And I bet you he won't say a word, nah
My niggas gon' slide, slide, slide, slide
Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Slide)

[Verse 2]
I was just property of the state
We hit up the lawyer to give him some money, now we got some property of the case
So we'll probably be okay
We'll slide in another whip
I took cheese from the government
And I thought I could have a bae
But I can't even fuck with it
I can't even trust a bitch, let alone cuff a bitch
I don't know who she think she fucking with
I don't even wanna hear it (Why?)
I already had me some fun with it
Like you got the bag and you fumbled, my nigga (Fumbled, my nigga)
Yeah, I got the bag and I hunt with my niggas (Hunt with my niggas)
You better feed the wolves, you don't want 'em hungry to get you
I know a nigga for twenty-five hundred'll hit you (Twenty-five hundred)
He'll go and give a nigga his issue, uh
He don't want no problems, uh
Nigga, trust your process
Mama, I'm steppin' over my set
It sound like you got your mind set
I used to sleep in the projects

[Chorus]
Hop out, hit him up, and then skrrt off
Turn me up, put his shit on the curb, dog
And I bet you he won't say a word, nah
My niggas gon' slide, slide, slide, slide (Doo-doo-doo)
Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide (Slide)