Woke up quick at about noon, just thought that I had to be in Compton soon.

I gotta get drunk before the day begin, before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends.

About to go and damn near went blind, young niggas at the pad throwin' up gang signs.

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip with the MAC -10 on the side of my hip.

Bailed outside and pointed my weapon, just as I thought the fools kept steppin'.

Jumped in the four, hit the juice on my ride, I got front and back and side to side.

Then I let the Alpine play, bumpin' new shit, buyin' WA.

It was gangsta, gangsta at the top of the list, then I played my old shit, it went somethin' like this.

Cruisin' down the street in my 6 -4, jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes.

Went to the park to get the scoop, knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoop.

A car pulls up, who can it be? A fresh El Camino rollin' kilo G.

He rolled down his window and he started to say, it's all about makin' that GTA.

Cause the boys in the hood are always hard.

You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your car.

Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit.

Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said shit.

Yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man

Get the fuck out.

m****r f****r say what?

Donald B.'s in the pace to give me the pace, he say my man J .D. is on free base.

The boy J .D. was a friend of mine, till I caught him in my car trying to steal a Alpine, chasing up the street to call a truce.

The silly motherfucker pulls out a deuce -deuce. Little did he know I had a loaded 12 -gauge, one sucker dead L .A. Times front page.

Cause the boys in the hood are always hard. You come talking that trash, we'll pull your car.

Knowing nothing in life but to be legit. Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit.

Ya'll ain't runnin', you ain't mentioned? Ya'll ain't runnin', ya yo, you ain't mentioned? Ya'll ain't runnin', you ain't mentioned? Ya'll ain't runnin', you ain't mentioned? Ya'll ain't runnin', ya, you ain't mentioned?

Sucked a big, big, big, big, big, pure chick If I sink ya stiff ain't cool

Bored as hell and I wanted get ill, so I went to a spot where my homeboys'd chill

The fellas out there makin' that dollar, I pulled up in my six -fo 'in' parlor

They bring me with a .40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8 -ball my breath starts stinkin'

Left to get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Went to her house to get her out of the pack Dumb hoe said somethin' that made me mad

She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass

Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe

Her father jumped up and he started to shout So I threw a white cross and knocked his old ass out

Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your car

Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said shit

Cause I always come with the shit