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 pad
Throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house
To get the clip
With my Mac10
On the side of my hip
I bailed outside
And 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 pumpin' new shit
By NWA
It was "Gangster Gangster"
At the top of the list
Then I played my own shit,
It went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street
In my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches,
Slappin' the hoe's
I went to the park
To get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there
Cold shootin' some hoop
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.

Cuz the boyz in the hood
Are alwayz 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' 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
She started talkin' shit,
Would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp
And slapped the hoe'
And her father stood up
And he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross
And knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood
Are alwayz 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 scored a key
He's gonna fly,
Punk ass fly
They rippin off everybody, man,

"Hand me the keys you fuckin cocksucker..."

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