💨💨💨 Twistedmetalcalpyso-Impala64

Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin' some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rollin', Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say "It's all about makin' that GTA" 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there makin' that dollar I pulled up in my '64 Impala They greet me with a forty and I started drinkin' And from the eight-ball my breath start stinkin' Left to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe said somethin' that made 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? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out 'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit