Biografía:
Dynamite Hack is an alternative rock band formed in Austin, Texas, United States in 1997. They consist of Mark Morris (vocals, guitar), Chad Robinson (bass, vocals), Mike Vlahakis (guitar) and Chase Scott (drums). They are best known for their 2000 cover of N.W.A.'s hip-hop classic "Boyz-N-Tha-Hood" which was a massive hit on alternative rock radio. The band has released three albums: 1998's "Pillowhead", 2000's "Superfast" and 2011's "How To Break Up A Band".
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse Progression]
A - C# - D - D# - E - E# - F - E - D - D
[Chorus Progession]
A - F# - E - G
[Verse]
A C#
Woke up quick at about noon
D D#
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
E E#
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
F E D
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
A C#
About to go and damn near went blind
D D#
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
E E#
I went in the house to get the clip
F E D
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
A C#
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
D D#
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
E E#
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
F E D
I got front and back side to side
A C#
Then I let the alpine play
D D#
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
E E#
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list
F E D
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
[Chorus]
A F#
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
E G
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
A F#
I went to the park to get the scoop
E G
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
[Verse]
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
A - C# - D - D# - E - E# - F - E - D - D
[Chorus Progession]
A - F# - E - G
[Verse]
A C#
Woke up quick at about noon
D D#
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
E E#
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
F E D
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
A C#
About to go and damn near went blind
D D#
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
E E#
I went in the house to get the clip
F E D
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
A C#
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
D D#
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
E E#
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
F E D
I got front and back side to side
A C#
Then I let the alpine play
D D#
I was pumpin' new shit by NWA
E E#
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list
F E D
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
[Chorus]
A F#
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
E G
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
A F#
I went to the park to get the scoop
E G
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
[Verse]
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...
Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
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