It's Friday night on the streets of L.A. I'm goin' out, been hangin' round the house all day So I'll take me a shower just like a big daddy Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy Hop out on my wheels, shine up my Daytons Check my 12-gauge, I see Jack is just waitin' Got it in my car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my zap tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat Found my old vibe tape of the Sony D So I popped it in, then I pumped it up Lump here and pump because the disco sucks My body got chills when the bass started poundin' I took off because I'm goin' to town It won't be back tomorrow, don't have to go to school You better get ready, I'm finna act a fool Now I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket Heard a dial tone, so I dialed up a Latin 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 on the road just wearin' neutral colors If anybody asks you, just tell them you my brother My boss asked for stores to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco I popped it in deep, then I pulled out a tin And said, fuck it, Super Socko and gin I finna act a fool Now I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Latin Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin' It's an old tape anyway, it ain't no thang Pulled it out and slapped it day in the day Got to Latin's house and I honked on my horn He said, when we comin' back? I said, six in the morning So I got in the car, lookin' half dead So I gave 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 She threw a rock in my glass So I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass I checked out my room, so 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 clips for the alarm which chirped 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 Ty So I stumbled his way and said, hey, Pastor J I took a hit, then I hit with my mouse spray This girl asked me to dance, but I took a whole noose Cause she was on my dick cause of my bick over But it seems she got offended, that's splendid Before she starts something, I'll 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 park You take a call, your wife, keep talkin' your life Beat you down like a dog and have you smokin' a pipe Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!