This is a song about "Boys n the hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Ok just listen up a little

Boys oink like you in the middle

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

But i dont never play

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!