Then I let the Alpine play
[Incomprehensible] trippin , it's alright
Greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
'Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
Dumb hoe said something to make me mad
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
Father stood up and he started to shout
I pulled up in my 64 Impala
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
The fellows out there tryna make that dollar
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
Went to the house to get her out of the pad
So I threw a right-cross and I dissolved out
'Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit
I jumped in the floor, hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back, side to side
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
A car pulls up, who can it be?
Started talkin' shit, wouldn't she know?
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
About to go and damn near went blind
Homie's scored a key, he's gonna fly
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe
With my Mac-10 on the side of my hip
It was 'Gangsta Gangsta' at the top of the list
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G
I gotta get drunk before the day began
Young niggaz throwin' up pads, throwin' up gang signs
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
It's all about makin' that GTA
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
I ran in the house to get the clip
I went to the park to get the scoop
I was bumpin' new shit by NWA
