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Boyz N The Hood chords

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What ever key you wanna play here, this is the chord structure 
Verses: I - iii - IV - II / I - iii - vi - IV - V  
Chorus: I - vi - ii - V

A             C#m
Woke up quick at about noon 
D                                B
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon 
A                            C#m
I gotta get drunk before the day begins 
          F#m           F#m/E    D        E
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends 

A                   C#m
About to go and damn near went blind 
      D                         B
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs 
A                        C#m
I went in the house to get the clip 
        F#m          D         E
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip 

A                    C#m
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon 
D                      B
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin 
A                           C#m
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride 
       F#m   F#m/E     D       E
I got front and back side to side 

A                     C#m
Then I let the alpine play 
D                         B
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA 
      A                             C#m
It was \"Gangster Gangster\" at the top of the list 
       F#m            F#m/E         D              E
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this


(Chorus)
A                           F#m
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo' 
Bm                    E
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's 
A                        F#m
I went to the park to get the scoop 
Bm                           E
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop 


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


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


A                   C#m
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill 
     D                      B
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill 
A                           C#m    
The fellas out there try to make that dollar 
  F#m    F#m/E      D         E  
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered 
A                     C#m
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' 
D                       B
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin' 
A                       C#m
I gotta get my girl to rock that body 
F#m     F#m/E    D       E
Before I left I hit the bacardi 
A                       C#m  
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad 
        D                         B
And the bitch said something to make me mad 
A                        C#m
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe 
F#m                     F#m/E         D         E
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave 
A                          C#m 
She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know? 
           D                    B
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe' 
A                               C#m
And her father stood up and he started to shout 
F#m                F#m/E                 D       E
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out 


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

A                       C#m            D       B 
Punk ass trippin in the dead of nightttt 
A                C#m          F#m    E      D
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly 
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kickedouttapurg 10 Sep 12, 2016 06:13 PM

Works just fine for me on my ukulele!

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