| It’s Friday night on the streets of L.A. | 
| I’m goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day | 
| So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy | 
| Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy | 
| Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons | 
| Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin' | 
| Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass | 
| Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash | 
| Can’t find it, forget it, went under my seat | 
| Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep' | 
| So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up | 
| Love hearin' funk because disco sucks | 
| Body got chills when the basses started poundin' | 
| I took off because I’m goin' to town and | 
| Won’t be back till mornin', don’t have to go to school | 
| Better get ready, I’m finna act a fool | 
| The way I | 
| Now, I’m on the move, got a grand in my pocket | 
| Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket | 
| Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin | 
| He answered the phone and said, «What's up?"I said, «What's happenin?» | 
| He said, «Where you been? | 
| I been tryin' to get in touch | 
| The party’s in Watts,"I said, «I don’t give a fuck | 
| If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors | 
| If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you’re my brother» | 
| Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco | 
| A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco | 
| Amount and I pulled out a 10 | 
| And said, «Fuck it, Supersacco and gin | 
| I’m finna act a fool» | 
| Now, I’m drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin | 
| Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin' | 
| It’s a old tape anyway, it ain’t no thing | 
| Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane | 
| Got to Aladdin’s house and I honked my horn | 
| He said, «When we comin' back?"I said, «6 in tha morn» | 
| So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead | 
| So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head | 
| Now, I’m feelin' tipsy and I’m headed for Watts | 
| But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop? | 
| Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills | 
| Pretty long hair but they say it’s not real | 
| Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass | 
| So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass | 
| I checked out my window, everything was cool | 
| She was lucky, I was nice and I didn’t act a fool | 
| We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk | 
| Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp | 
| After that we made our way, I tried not to fall | 
| Couldn’t walk a straight line if they let me crawl | 
| Got to the door and what spots my eye? | 
| My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he’s smokin' some Thai | 
| So, I stumbled his way and said, «Hey, pass the jay» | 
| I took a hit for my mouth spray | 
| This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no | 
| 'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope | 
| But it seems she got offended, that’s splendid | 
| Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it | 
| 'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don’t care | 
| About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair | 
| Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry | 
| All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me | 
| I get nutty, act a fool when I want to | 
| Run up when I’m drunk and I just might pump you | 
| Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life | 
| Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe | 
| Do you know why? | 
| Do you know, do you know why? | 
| 'Cause I’m cool | 
| Well, kill me | 
| Shoot me, muthafucka | 
| I gotcha | 
| Oh, goddamn |