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