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Cruisin' down the street in my '64 | Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the doe | Went to the park to get the scoop
Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the doe Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops 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 boyz n tha 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, 'cause I ain't said shit Yo man, yo man, yo, yo, yo man, yo man, yo man Get the fuck out! Pump that, pump that, pump, pump, pump that, pump that, pump that bass Muthafucka say what? Donald B in the place to give me the pace He say my man JD is on freebase The boy JD was a friend of mine 'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal the Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly cluck-head 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 boyz n tha 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, 'cause I ain't said shit Yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo, yo, yo, yo Leroy, yo Leroy, yo Leroy Beer dri-, beer dri-, beer, beer, beer, beer dri-, beer dri-, beer dri- Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue Bored 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 '64 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin' And from the 8-ball my breath start 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 pad 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 weave She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out 'Cause the boyz n tha 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, 'cause I ain't said shit Who do, who do, who do, who do Who, who do, who do, who do, who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff Rock this muthafucka like three the hard way! I'm rollin' hard, now under control Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole I looked at my car and I said, "oh brother" I'll throw it in the gutter, and go buy another Walkin' home, I see the G ride Now Cat is drivin', Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over A undercover cop in a dark green Nova Cat got beat for resistin' arrest He socked the pig in the head, for rippin' his Guess Now G is caught, for doin' the crime Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time 'Cause the boyz n tha 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, 'cause I ain't said shit L.A. Playa Big drum, big drum, big, big, big, big drum, big drum, big drum Big drum beater 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 fart Disruption 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 out "fire", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder 'Cause the boyz n tha 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, 'cause I ain't said shit Get, get, get, get, get, get Get, get, get, get, get, get busy y'all! You, you, you, you, you, you muthafucka'
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