| 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 begin
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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 at the pad throwin’up gang signs
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| Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
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| With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
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| Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
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| Just as i thought, the fools kept steppin'
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| Jumped in the fo’hit the juice on my ride
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| I got front? |
| n back, and side to side
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| Then i let the alpine play
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| Bumpin new shit by nwa
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| It was «gangsta gangsta"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 4
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| Jockin’the bitches, slappin’the ho’s
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| Went to the park to get the scoop
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| Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin’some hoops
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| A car pulls up, who can it be?
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| A fresh el camino rollin kilo g He rolls down his window and he started to say
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| It’s all about makin’that gta
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| Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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| You come talkin’that trash we’ll pull your card
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| Knowin’nothin’in life but to be legit'
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| Don’t «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit…
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| Dolla b’z in the place to give me the pace
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| He said my man jb is on freebase
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| The boy jb was a friend of mine
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| 'till i caught him in my car tryin’to steal a alpine
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| Chased him up the street to call a truce
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| The silly mothafucka pull out a deuce-deuce
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| Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gage
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| One sucker dead, l.a. |
| times front page
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| Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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| You come talkin’that trash we’ll pull your card
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| Knowin’nothin’in life but to be legit'
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| Don’t «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit…
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| Bored as hell and i wanna get ill
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| So i went to a spot where my homeboys chill
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| The fellows out there — makin’that dollar
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| I pulled up in my 4 impala
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| They greet me with a 40 and i start drinkin'
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| And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
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| Love to get my girl, to rock that body
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| Before i left i hit the bacardi
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| Went to her house to get her out of the pad
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| Dumb ho said something that made 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, wouldn’t you know?
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| Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
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| Her father jumped out 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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| Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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| You come talkin’that trash we’ll pull your card
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| Knowin’nothin’in life but to be legit'
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| Don’t «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit…
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| I’m rollin’hard now i’m under control
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| Then wrapped the 4 'round the telephone poll
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| I looked at my car and i said oh brother
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| I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
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| Walkin’home and i see the g ride
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| Now kat is drivin’kilo on the side
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| As they busted a u they got pulled over
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| An undercover cop in a dark green nova
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| Kat got beat for resistin’arrest
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| He socked the pig in his head for rippin’his guess
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| Now g is caught for doin’the crime
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| For the fence on the boy, he’ll do some time
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| Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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| You come talkin’that trash we’ll pull your card
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| Knowin’nothin’in life but to be legit'
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| Don’t «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit …
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| I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
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| The fellows start to riot in the county jail
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| Two days later in municipal court
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| Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
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| Disruption of a court, said the judge
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| On a six years sentence my man didn’t budge
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| Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
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| He yelled out «fire!», then came suzi
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| The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
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| Police shot the bitch but didn’t hurt her
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| Both up state for attempted murder
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| Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
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| You come talkin’that trash we’ll pull your card
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| Knowin’nothin’in life but to be legit'
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| Don’t «e me boy, cuz i ain’t said shit … |