A             Dbm
Woke up quick at about noon
D                                B
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
A                            Dbm
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
          Gbm           Gbm      D        E
Before my mother starts xxxxxxx' about my friends
A                   Dbm
G#out to go and damn near went blind
      D                         B
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
A                        Dbm
I went in the house to get the clip
        Gbm          D         E
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
A                    Dbm
I bailed outside and pointed my weapon
D                      B
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
A                           Dbm
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
       Gbm   Gbm       D       E
I got front and back side to side
A                     Dbm
Then I let the alpine play
D                         B
I was pumpin' new xxxx by NWA
      A                             Dbm
It was \"Gangster Gangster\" at the top of the list
       Gbm            Gbm           D              E
Then I played my own xxxx, it went somethin' like this

Chorus:
A                           Gbm
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Bm                    E
Jockin' the xxxxxxx, slappin' the hoe's
A                        Gbm
I went to the park to get the scoop
Bm                           E
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop


A                   Dbm
a car pulls up, who can it be?
    D                      B
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
A                               Dbm
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
Gbm            Gbm         D   E
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.


A                   Gbm               Bm
Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
                       E
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
A                   Gbm              Bm
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
               E                     A           D        A        E
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said xxxx ...


A                   Dbm
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
     D                      B
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
A                           Dbm
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
  Gbm    Gbm        D         E
I pulled up in the 6-fo' and hollered
A                     Dbm
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
D                       B
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
A                       Dbm
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Gbm     Gbm      D       E
Before I left I hit the bacardi
A                       Dbm
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
        D                         B
And the xxxxx said something to make me mad
A                        Dbm
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
Gbm                     Gbm           D         E
So I grabbed the stupid xxxxx by her nappy ass weave
A                          Dbm
She started talkin' xxxx, would'nt you know?
           D                    B
I reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe'
A                               Dbm
And her father stood up and he started to shout
Gbm                Gbm                   D       E
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out


A                   Gbm               Bm
Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
                       E                         A
You come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card
                   Gbm              Bm
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
               E                     A           D        A        E
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said xxxx ...
A                       Dbm            D       B
Punk ass trippin in the dead of nightttt
A                Dbm          Gbm    E      D
homies score and key is gonna fly, punk ass fly
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