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 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, pumpin' new shit, buyin' WA It was gangsta, gangsta at the top of the list, then I played my old shit and it went somethin' like this Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4, jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough 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, I ain't said nothin' yet Get down, get down Donald B. in the place 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 tryin' to steal a Alpine I chase him up the street to call a truce, first I beat him down cause I had the juice Little did he know I was from the old school, one sucker beat didn't know the rule 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, I ain't said nothin' yet Beer chicken, beer chicken, beer chicken, beer chicken, beer chicken, beer chicken Poured as hell and I wanna get ill, so I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellas out there makin' that dollar, I pulled up in my 640 collar They greet 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 bug party Went to her house to get her out of the pad, dumb girl said somethin' that made me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe, so I grabbed this stupid girl by her basket wheel Started talkin' trash, wouldn't you know, reached back, caught myself, I had to go Her father jumped up and he started to shout, so I threw her right across, cold knocked him out Cause the boys in the hood are always hard, you come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit, don't quote me boy, I ain't said nothin' yet Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do I'm rollin' hard now, under control, done wrapped my 640 round a telephone pole I looked at my car and I said, oh brother, I throw it in the gutter and go buy another Walkin' home and I see the G ride, now cat is drivin' kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over, an undercover cop in a dark green Nova Cat got beat for resistin' arrest, he socked a pig in the head for rippin' his guest Now G is caught for doin' the crime, forth the fence on the boy, he'll do some time Cause the boys in the hood are always hard, you come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit, don't quote me boy, I ain't said nothin' yet Grip... I went to get them out but there was no bail, the fellas caused a riot in the county jail Two days later in municipal court, Kilo G on trial cold cut a four Destruction of the court said the judge, on a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in, Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled on fire, then came Suzie, the girl came in with a submachine uzi Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her, both upstate for attempted murder Cause the boys in the hood are always hard, come talking to trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit, don't quote me boy I ain't said nothing yet Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... Grip... You mother...