Boyz-N-The Hood

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 niggas on the path throwin' out gang signs
 I went in the house to get my 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 fo', 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-fo'
 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
 The fellas out there tryna make that dollar
 I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala
 Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
 And from the 8-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
 She started talkin' shit, wouldn't she know
 I reached back like a pimp, and I slapped the hoe
 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
 Hey, we're now everybody men