cruisin down the street in my 6-4.

jockin the bithches, slappin the hoes

went to the park to get the scoop

knuckleheads out there cold shootin the hoops. 

a car pulls up, who can it be?

a fresh el camino rollin, kilo g

he rolls down his window and he started to say,

its all about makin’ that GTA

cuz the boyz in tha hood are always hard

you come talkin that trash and we’ll pull your card

knowin nothin in life but to be legit

don’t quote me boy, cuz i ain’t sayin shit