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Woke up quick at about noon |
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Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon |
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I gotta get drunk before the day begins |
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Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends |
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About to go and damn near went blind |
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Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs |
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I went in the house to get the clip |
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With my Mac10 on the side of my hip |
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I bailed outside and pointed my weapon |
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Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin' |
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I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride |
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I got front and back side to side |
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Then I let the alpine play |
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I was pumpin' new shit by NWA |
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It was \"Gangster Gangster\" at the top of the list |
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Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this: |
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Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo' |
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Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's |
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I went to the park to get the scoop |
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Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop |
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A car pulls up, who can it be? |
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The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G |
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He rolls down the window and he starts to say |
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It's all about makin' that G.T.A. |
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'Cause the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard |
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Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card |
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit |
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Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit... |
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Bored as hell and I wanna get ill |
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So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill |
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The fellas out there try to make that dollar |
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I pulled up in the 64' impala, |
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Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' |
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And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin' |
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I gotta get my girl to rock that body |
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Before I left I hit the Bacardi |
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Pulled to the house get her out of the pad |
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And the bitch said something to make me mad |
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She said somethin' that I couldn't believe |
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So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave |
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She started talkin' shit, would'nt you know? |
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I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe' |
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And her father stood up and he started to shout |
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So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out |
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'Cause the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard |
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Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card |
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Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit' |
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Don't quote me boy, I ain't said shit |
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Punk ass trippin at the dead of night |
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Homies scored a key is gonna fly, punk ass fly |