Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Jockin' the freaks, 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 rollin' kilo G He rolled down his window and he started to say It's all about makin' that GTA Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't poke me, boy, cause I ain't said *** Yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man Get the *** out Yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man Mother***er, say what? Donnelly in the place, so give me the pace You say my man J.D. is on freebase The boy J.D. was a friend of mine Till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine Chase him up the street to call a truce The silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12-gauge One sucker dead, L.A. Times front page Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't poke me, boy, cause I ain't said *** Yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man, yo man Beer drinkin', beer drinkin', beer drinkin', beer drinkin' Brat steak and steppin' glue Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellas out there makin' that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala Agreement with a 40 and I started drinkin' And from the 8-ball my breath start stickin' Left to get my girl to rock that body Before I left, I hit the drug party Went to her house to get her out of the bed Dumb ho says somethin' that made me mad She says somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass neck She started talkin' ***, wouldn't you know Reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoe Her father jumped up and he started to shout So I threw a right cross, cold knocked him out Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't poke me, boy, cause I ain't said *** Do you think you are my bitch, dawg? I'm a mother***er like three's a hard way I'm rollin' hard now under control Then wrap my 6-4 around a telephone pole 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 ridin' Now Cat is drivin' Kilo on the side As they bustle to you, they got pulled over A undercover cop in a dark green Loba Cat got beat for resistin' arrest He socked a pig in the head for rippin' his guest Now G is caught for doin' the crime Caught the fence on the boy, he'll do some time Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said *** I went to get them out, but there was no bed The fellas caused a riot in the county jail Two days later in municipal court Kilo G on trial cold-cut a 4th Destruction of the court, said the judge On the sixth year since, my man didn't budge Baylor came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled, I'll fire! Then came Susie The bitch came in with a submachine guzzi Police shot the girl, but didn't hurt her Both upstate for attempted murder Cause the boys in the hood are always hard You come talkin' to trash, we'll pull your car Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said ***