[Verse 1]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young **** on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the 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 four, 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-four
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."
[Chorus]
'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

[Verse 2]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
Fellas out there tryna make that dollar
I pulled up in the six-four Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the eight-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
Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right cross and knocked his old ass out

[Chorus]
'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
[Outro]
Punk-ass trippin', but it's alright
Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk-ass, fly
(They rippin' off everybody, man, rippin' off everybody)