Potpourri III Songtext

von Willie Colón

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my Mom starts bitchin' about my friends
'Bout to go and damn, near went blind
Young niggers on the path throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get my clip
With my Mack-10 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 front, hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back, side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new shit from N.W.A.
It was gangsta, gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the street in my 64
I was jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who could it be?
A fresh El Camino, rollin' key low-G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
"It's all about makin' that GTA"
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
Come talking that trash and we'll pull your card
Know nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboys chill
Fellas out there tryin' ta make that dolla
I pulled out there in my 64 Impala
Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi
Pull to the house, get her outta the path
And the bitch said somethin' ta make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
Started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know
So I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho
Then her father stood up and started to shout
So I threw a right 'cross and knocked his old ass out
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
Come talking that trash and we'll pull your card
Know nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit