Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin’ about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the block throwin’ up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac 10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
Just as I thought the fools kept steppin’
I jumped in the fo’ hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back, side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
I was bumpin new shit by NWA
It was «Gangsta Gangsta» at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin’ like this:
Cruisin down the street in my six-fo’
Jockin’ the bitches, slappin the ho’s
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin’ some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin’, Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It’s all about makin that GTA
Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
Come talkin that trash and we’ll pull your card
Knowin nothin’ in life but to be legit
Don’t quote me boy, I ain’t said shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
Fellas out there, tryin to make that dollah
I pulled up in the 6-4 Impala
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
Started talkin’ shit, wouldn’t you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his ol’ ass out
Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
Come talkin that trash and we’ll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don’t quote me boy, I ain’t said shit
Punk-ass trippin, but it’s alright
Homey scored a kee, he’s gonna fly
Punk-ass fly
