[ VERSE 1 ]It`s Friday night on the streets of L.A.I`m goin out, been hangin round the house all daySo i take me a shower, dress like a big daddyStop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddyArmor on my wheels, shine up my daytonsCheck my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitinGot in my car, rolled up the tinted glassLooked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dashCan`t find it, forget it, went under my seatFound my old fired tape of the song "Knee Deep"So I popped it in, then I pumped it upLove hearin funk because disco sucksBody got chills when the basses started poundinI took off because I`m goin to town, andWon`t be back till mornin, don`t have to go to school(Better get ready) I`m finna act a fool[ VERSE 2 ]Now I`m on the move, got a grand in my pocketReached for my phone, plugged it in the socketHeard the dial tone, so I dialed up AladdinHe answered the phone and said "What`s up?" I said "What`s happenin"He said, "Where you been? I been tryin to get in touchThe party`s in Watts," I said, "I don`t give a fuck""If you wanna go, just wear neutral colorsIf anybody asks you, just tell em you`re my brother"Stopped at the store to buy me a CiscoA 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco[Amount] and I pulled out a 10And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and ginI`m finna act a fool"[ VERSE 3 ]Now I`m drivin down Compton on my way to get AladdinFeelin like a pimp till my tape started dragginIt`s a old tape anyway, it ain`t no thingPulled it out and slapped in Dana DaneGot to Aladdin`s house and I honked my hornHe said, "When we comin back?" I said, "6 n tha morn"So he got in the car, lookin half-deadSo I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the headNow I`m feelin tipsy, and I`m headed for WattsBut wait, what do I see sittin at the bus stop?Sexy Susanna, had a butt that killsPretty long hair, but they say it`s not realAladdin yelled (these fake or real?) she threw a rock in my glassSo I got out my car and drop-kicked her assI checked out my window, everything was coolShe was lucky I was nice and I didn`t act a fool[ VERSE 4 ]We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerkGot out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirpAfter that we made our way, I tried not to fallCouldn`t walk a straight line if they let me crawlGot to the door, and what spots my eye?My homeboy Mr. Prince, and he`s smokin some ThaiSo I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"I took a hit for my mouth sprayThis girl asked me to dance, but I told the hoe noCause she was on my tip cause of my big gold ropeBut it seems she got offended - that`s splendidBefore she starts somethin, I just slap her and end itCause I feel like a gangster, and I just don`t careAbout a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hairFake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelryAll she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed meI get nutty, act a fool when IIwant toRun up when I`m drunk and I just might pump youTake your car, your wife, keep talkin, your lifeBeat you down and have you smokin the pipe(You know why?) cause I`m cool(Well, kill me!Shoot me, muthafucka!)(I gotcha)(Oh goddamn)
Salı Şub. 20, 2007 11:10 am
