azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jerry harry - dindu's n tha hood(boyz n tha hood parody) lyrics

Loading...

[intro verse]
woke up quick, at about noon, just thought that i had to do nuffin soon. gotta git high, befo’ tha day beginz, befo’ i go dindu nuffin wit my friendz. ran outside and d-mn near went blind, police and s.w.a.t. smashin tha hood’s dindu signs. ran back inside and grabbed my clip, with tha gold desert eagle at tha side uh my hip. tumbled outside and pointed my weapon
just as i thought, s.w.a.t. started shootin! jumped on the windshield and pressed the juice on my trigger, the cracka occupants started yellin, “niggur!” got shot front and back, and side to side, and tried to yell, “dindu!”, at my homies ride. then i heard the bullhorn say(say!), “all dindu’s gonna die today!” it was gangsta’s and gagnsta’s gittin’ shot in tha d-cks! then a mother ran out and yelled sumthin’ like dis:
dindu nuffin but a dindu. how many dindu’s can a dindu do if a dindu dindu nuffin?? went to tha park to plan tha coup, white pig -ss cops stakin’ tha hoops. a car pulls up, who can it be? a fresh police cruiser rollin’ officer deez. he rolled down his window and he started to say, “putchur’
hands up and you won’t git laid.”

[hook]
coz’ tha dindu’z in tha hood are always hard, come talkin’ dat sh-t, we’ll run quite far. knowin’ nuthin in life, but to resist arrest, you’ll chase us quite far, and run outta
breath
yo man– yo man– yo man– i dindu nuffinz!

brandish that gun– brandish that gun– brandish that gun–

m-th-f-cka was a good boi!

[verse 1]
my daddy’s not in the place to give me tha pace, so i say, “f-ck you mom”, and race to the case. the boy jd was a friend of all, till a sherrif caught him tryna steal some pine-sol. chased him up tha block to arrest the doof. silly dindu nuffin pulled out a duece duece. little did he know he had a loaded 12-gauge, one dindu dead, “dindu nuffin”, front page

[hook]
coz’ tha dindu’z in tha hood are always hard, come talkin’ dat sh-t, we’ll run quite far. knowin’ nuthin in life, but to resist arrest, you’ll chase us quite far, and run outta
breath

yo leroy!– y-y-y-yo– yo leroy! y-y-y-yo– yo leroy! yo leroy! yo leroy! dindu nuffin, cracka!

pig shootin– pig shootin– pig shootin, store lootin, smashin’ windshields!

[verse 2]
broke as f-ck and i wanna git paid, so i went to a place where my homies get made, fellaz out there, lootin those parlors, i just got back from robbin’ a family dollar. the fellaz
greet me with a glock and a ski, and we snuck up on a van and stole the keys. my homie lb said sumthin’ that made me mad, made me feel as tough as sinbad, so i c-cked my glock
and shot the lad. he started talkin’ sh-t, wouldn’t ya know, pushed him out the car and filled him with three more holes. we ran into a protester shoutin, “black lives matters!”, shot the n-gg- in tha face and he went, “splatter splatter!”

[hook]
coz’ tha dindu’z in tha hood are always hard, come talkin’ dat sh-t, we’ll run quite far. knowin’ nuthin in life, but to resist arrest, you’ll chase us quite far, and run outta
breath

who do-who do– who do-who do– who do you think you’re tellin’ to put dey handz up?!

sock dat pig three times tha hard way!

[verse 3]
evaded the cops, and feelin’ under control. kinda sad i shot homey-holmes. looked out the window, and said oh brother, another pig tryna police some brothas. busta a u gta style, the pig started chasin’ like a pedophile! crashed into a tree, and my homies yelled, on three! jumped out and lead started hummin like bee’s. i thought my homie shawntee was wearin a white tee, but realized he wasn’t hunched over in glee. n-gg- coughed up lead all over my do’s, kicked him in the head and said, “these was thrift shoes!” the pigs kept poppin, shawntee kept throbbin, then i noticed a ho wearin’, “batman and robin.” she pulled out her phone and started to record, then i realized things were goin to accord. my homies and i started yellin, “dindu nuffinz!”, and, “look at shawntee, huffin and puffin.” just to our luck, the b-tch was my baby mama, she started sayin the same when i yelled, “record longer!” shawntee reached for his lead, took a bullet to his head, then the ho started yellin, “he better not be dead!”

[hook]
coz’ tha dindu’z in tha hood are always hard, come talkin’ dat sh-t, we’ll run quite far. knowin’ nuthin in life, but to resist arrest, you’ll chase us quite far, and run outta
breath

dat boi wusn’t– dat boi wusn’t– dat boi wusn’t armed, you sick conspirin pigs!

was about to finish– was about to finish– was about to finish school he needed mo’ time



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...