Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the streets, clockin' the dough
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 rolled, kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that gta
Cuz 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, cuz i ain't sayin shit
Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on freebase
The boy jb was a friend of mine
Til i caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA times front page
Because the Boyz-N-The Hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull ya card
Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me boy cuz I ain't said shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So i went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 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 says something, that made me mad
She said something 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 and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So i threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out
Instumental
I'm rollin hard, now under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and i said, \"oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another\"
Walkin home, I see the G ride
Now ket is drivin kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his guess
Now g is caught for doin the crime
Fork defence on the boy, he'll do some time
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I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out \"fire!\