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 nig- on the path 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 I pointed my weapon Just as I thought the Fools kept steppin' 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 pumping new shit by NWA It was gangsta gangsta At the top of the list Then I played my own shit It went something like this Cruisin' down the street In my 6-4 Jockin' the bitches Slappin' the hoes I went to the park To get the scoop Knuckleheads out there Cold shooting some hoop A car pulls up Who can it be A fresh el camino Rolling kilo-g He rolls down the window And starts to say It's all about making that GTA 'Cause the boys in the hood Are always hard Come talkin' that trash And we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing 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 Trying to make that dolla' I pulled up in a 6-4 impala Greeted with a forty And I start drinkin' And from the eight ball My breath starts stinkin' Gotta get my girl LlTo 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 something 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 hoe And her father stood up And started to shout So I threw her right 'cross And knocked his old ass out 'Cause the boys in the hood Are always hard Come talkin' that trash And we'll pull your card Knowin' nothing in life But to be legit Don't quote me boy I ain't said shit Punk ass trippin' But it's all right Homie scored a ki- He's gonna fly Punk ass fly