Intro:
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all
the
O.G.`s out there and I can`t forget about the baby gangstaz, what`s up
niggaz, my
nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit
nigga that
got all of y`all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that
shit E, yeah
........
Verse One:
Cruisin` down tha street in my `64
Jackin` tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come 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
Chorus:
`Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin` that trash we`ll pull ya cord
Knowin` nuthin` in life but tah be legit
Don`t quote me boy `cuz I ain`t said shit
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
Verse Two:
Dotomy`s in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
`Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain`t no thang,
Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain`t no thang)
Verse Three:
Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there makin` that dolla`
I pulled up in my `64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin`
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin`
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn`t believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin` shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out
-Chorus-
(And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a)
Verse Four:
Now I`m rollin` hard now under control
Them wrapped tha `64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,Oh brother!
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin` home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin` Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin` his Guess
No
