| A | Amaj7 | |
| W | oke up quick, at about n | oon |
| D | B | |
| Just thou | ght that I had to be in Compton soon |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I gotta | get drunk, before the day b | egins |
| Dsus2 | |
| Before my mother | starts bitchin' about my friends |
| VERSE 2 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| A | bout to go and damn near went blin | d |
| D | B | |
| Young niggas | on the path throwin' up gang sings |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | went in the house to get the cl | ip |
| Dsus2 | |
| With my mack 10 | , on the side of my hip |
| VERSE 3 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | bailed outside and I pointed m | y weapon |
| D | B | |
| And just | as I thought, the fools kept s | teppin' |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | jumped in the fro', hit the juice on m | y ride |
| Dsus2 | |
| I | got front and back. side to side |
| Bridge |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| T | hen I let the Alpine play |
| Bm | D | |
| I was pum | pin' new shit by NWA |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | t was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list |
| D | Dsus2 | |
| Then I play | ed my own shit it went somethin' like th | is |
| VERSE 5 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| C | rusin' down the street in my six fo' |
| D | B | |
| Jo | ckin' the bitches, slappin' | the ho's |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | went to the park to get the s | coop |
| D | Dsus2 | |
| Knuckleheads out there, cold shootin' some ho | op |
| VERSE 6 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| a | car pulls up, who can it be |
| D | B | |
| I | t's a fresh elcamino, rollin' kilo-G |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| H | e rolls down the window and starts to say |
| Dsus2 | |
| I | t's all about makin' that G.T.A. |
| CHORUS |
| A | Amaj7 | D | |
| Cuz' the | boyz in the hood are | always hard |
| D | |
| C | ome talkin' that trash, and we'll pull your card |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| K | nowin' nothin' in life, bu | t to be legit |
| D | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A | |
| D | on't quote me boy I ai | n't said shit |
| VERSE 7 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| B | ored as hell, and I wanna' to | get ill |
| D | B | |
| S | o I go to a place where my home boys chil | l |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| F | ellas out there tryin' to make that | dolla' |
| Dsus2 | |
| I pulled up in the six four impalla |
| VERSE 8 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | 'm greeted with a forty and I start drin | kin' |
| D | B | |
| A | nd from the eight ball my breath starts | stinkin' |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| I | gotta get my girl to rock th | at body |
| Dsus2 | |
| before I left, I hit the Bacardi |
| VERSE 9 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| Pull to the house, get her outta the pa | d |
| D | B | |
| A | nd the bitch said somethin' to make me mad, |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| S | he said somethin' that, I couldn't b | elieve |
| Dsus2 | |
| So I grabbed the stuiped bitch by her nappy ass weave |
| VERSE 10 |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| S | tarted talkin' shit, wouldn | 't you know |
| D* |
| I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho' |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| a | nd her father stood up, and started to shou | t |
| D | Dsus2 | |
| S | o I threw a right cross and knocked his ole' ass out |
| CHORUS |
| A | Amaj7 | |
| C | uz the boys in the hood are | always hard |
| D | |
| C | ome talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card |
| A | Amaj7 | D | |
| K | nowin' nothin' in life, b | ut to be legit |
| D | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A | |
| D | on't quote me boy I ai | n't said shit |
| OUTRO |
| (guitar picking) |
| Punk ass trippin' in the dead of night... |
| Homey scored a ki, he's gonna fly, punk ass fly |