Lyrics Young Dolph

Young Dolph

Boyz in da Hood

I got racks in my front and back pockets

30 more p's of strong in the closet

I just left the bank and made a huge deposit

Nigga I don't know your bitch but did I fuck her, probably

Looking out the window with the AK like I'm Malcolm

Wrap em then I pack em, she suck me like a vacuum

They hating, fuck em, tax em

You 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 some big ass rims

5 chains on with a brand new pair of Tim's

I got junkies cutting the grass and pit bulls in the crib

I'm shooting dice with the Bloods or selling dope with the Crips

Boys in the hood, we living good

Got a trunk full of pounds, in that Fleetwood

Boys in the hood, young entrepreneur

You 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

Came up with my boys in the hood for real

Who your 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, rocking ice and driving Coupes

Roll a blunt, pour a deuce, since day one I been a troop

Pockets fat like Bruce Bruce

Drive a bad bitch cookoo

Smoking gas watching the bitch scream lil Jimmy on South Central screaming out "who the deuce"?

Boys in the hood, we living good

Got a trunk full of pounds, in that Fleetwood

Boys in the hood, young entrepreneur

You 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