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