Intro:
  Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all
  the
  O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up
  niggaz, my
  nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit
  nigga that
  got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah
  ........
  
  Verse One:
  Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
  Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
  Went to tha park tah get the scoop
  Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
  A car pulls up who can it be
  A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
  He rolled down his window and he started to say
  It's all about makin' that GTA
  
  Chorus:
  'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
  Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
  Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
  Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit
  
  (Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
  Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
  
  Verse Two:
  Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
  He said my man JD is on free-base
  Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
  'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
  I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
  Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
  Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
  One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
  
  -Chorus-
  
  (Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang,
  Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang)
  
  Verse Three:
  Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
  So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
  Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
  I pulled up in my '64 Impala
  They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
  And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
  Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
  Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
  I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
  Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
  She said something that I couldn't believe
  So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
  She started talkin' shit what did ya know
  Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
  Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
  So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out
  
  -Chorus-
  
  (And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
  And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
  And if a brotha talks shit I give him a)
  
  Verse Four:
  Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
  Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
  I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
  Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
  Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
  Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
  As they busted a U they got pulled over
  A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
  Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
  He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his Guess
  Now he is caught for doing tha crime
  For defense on tha boy he'll do some time
  
  -Chorus-
  
  (I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
  I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
  I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
  I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
  
  Verse Five:
  I went tah get them out but there was no bail
  My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
  Two days later in municiple court
  Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
  Instruct him out tha court said the judge
  On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
  Bailiff came over tah turn him in
  Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
  He yelled out fire then came Susie
  Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
  Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
  Both up state for attempted murder
  
  -Chorus-