Boyz N the hood Lyrics

Hey, give me my brother's ball back

Hey man, give me my brother's ball back

I said give me my brother's ball back before what

What's your fat ass wanna do

South side, in the pits of the jungle

Stop boxing with your man in the streets

You learned to rumble

Played the block all night, we broke curfew

And no fair ones, you get it on

Did we all do

We was brothers, different mothers and fathers

Stayed down, ten toes, when it came to each other

Mr. Dave, we had love for each other

Imbulance, inseparable niggas, we stuck together

We was boys in the hood, without a movie scene

Broke little niggas, no coins for the team

We stole from stores, some snacks in our jeans

Dirty kicks on, drunks was on the lean

Poverty stricken, environment sickening

Sunday dinners, mommy in the kitchen

Daddy on 109, always missing

Maybe sad days, but summertime's made a difference

Summer, summer, summertime

Time to sit back and unwind

Grey sweats, white ups in the ice cup

Yeah, I look like summertime

Thanks game, drunk nights, and fist fights

Oh yeah, I think it's summertime

Sun dresses, color pumps, with the fake lashes

Yeah, she look like summertime

High heat, grizzly streets, Johnny's bump glass

Oh yeah, you know it's summertime

Summer nights was blazing, I mean steaming

Liberty pool, clothes, we fiending

Hop over the gate, we went swimming

Boys ran the parade, we start scrambling

It was fun, wild lashes, time steady lapsing

Niggas got older, guns started blasting

Now we gotta get it, hustle for our rations

Hot summer caused bad interactions

Went from joke sessions to funeral receptions

Wish I knew then that time was of the essence

We dealt curfew cause hanging late was cool

Sick of politicking with the older dudes

Same OG we saw on the news

Scratched under a sheet, gave it to the blues

You have to recognize life lessons

Cause them summer nights taught us life lessons

Summer, summer, summertime

Time to sit back and unwind

Grey sweats, white ups in the ice cup

Yeah, I look like summertime

Zags gang, drunk nights, and fist spikes

Oh yeah, I think it's summertime

Sun dresses, color pumps, with the fake lashes

Yeah, she look like summertime

High heat, grizzly streets, Johnny's bump glass

Oh yeah, you know it's summertime

What's up, chat

Blue, sorry

I'm going to the store

But you don't teach me you got no money

I'm going anyway