Lyrics:

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young **** on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my MAC-10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
I jumped in the four, 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 six-four
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
It's a 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.'

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' 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 tryna make that dollar
I pulled up in the six-four Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the eight-ball, my breath starts 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 somethin' to make me mad
She said somethin' 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 ho
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a 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' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit

Punk-ass trippin', but it's alright
Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk-ass, fly
(They rippin' off everybody, man, rippin' off everybody)