Lyrics

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 rolls down his window and he started to say
It’s all about makin’ that GTA

‘Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin’ that trash, we’ll pull your card
Knowin’ nothin’ in life but to be legit
Don’t quote me, boy ‘coz I ain’t sayin’ ***

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said,

Posted by admin on June 6th, 2008 in NWA