Wake up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Fayetteville soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends

About to go and damn near went blind
Young ****z on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip

I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
I jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side

Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' old shite by NWA
It was "Gangster Gangster" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shite it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoe's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop

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

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there tryin' to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 64' Impala

Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy arse weave

Started talkin' shite, wouldn't you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe
Father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old arse out

Punk arse trippin' but it's alright
Homey scored a ki, he's gonna fly, punk arse fly