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It's Friday night on the streets of L.A. |
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I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day |
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So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy |
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Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy |
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Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons |
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Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin' |
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Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass |
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Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash |
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Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat |
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Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep' |
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So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up |
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Love hearin' funk because disco sucks |
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Body got chills when the basses started poundin' |
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I took off because I'm goin' to town and |
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Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school |
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Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool |
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The way I [Incomprehensible] |
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Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket |
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Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket |
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Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin |
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He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?" |
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He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch |
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The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck |
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If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors |
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If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother" |
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Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco |
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A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco |
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Amount and I pulled out a 10 |
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And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin |
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I'm finna act a fool" |
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Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin |
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Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin' |
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It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing |
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Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane |
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Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn |
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He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn" |
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So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead |
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So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head |
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Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts |
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But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop? |
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Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills |
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Pretty long hair but they say it's not real |
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Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass |
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So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass |
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I checked out my window, everything was cool |
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She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool |
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We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk |
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Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp |
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After that we made our way, I tried not to fall |
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Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl |
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Got to the door and what spots my eye? |
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My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai |
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So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay" |
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I took a hit for my mouth spray |
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This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no |
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'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope |
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But it seems she got offended, that's splendid |
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Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it |
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'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care |
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About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair |
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Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry |
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All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me |
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I get nutty, act a fool when I want to |
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Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you |
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Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life |
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Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe |
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Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool |
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Well, kill me |
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Shoot me, muthafucka |
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I gotcha |
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Oh, goddamn |
