[DJ Quik]   One day I was chillin on (Arabie?) and spruce   Forty in my hand and it's time to get loose   Got my Nikes, Fila t-shirt, and black khakis   I heard a horn blowin' and I jumped in my jacket   (John?) was chillin' in the passenger seat   Stepped up out the car and started dancing in the street   Now (John?) was lookin' fresh and it wasn't no joke   He had on some fresh khakis and was sportin' some locs   Some gangstas poppin' wheelies came up from behind   He got off throwin' up his favorite gang sign   Here come Little Snub, from the Maple block   Groovin' on the handlebars, ready to rock   And now my posse's gettin' bigger, 'cuz of all these niggas   I got the .38 and I'm about to pull the trigger   Looked up at the corner and who did I see?   Wayne and his little man Pop and Nookie   Now Sha came rollin' up on a little scooter   Lookin' for a match so he could light the Thai huddha   I told him I didn't have it, but yet I went to grab it   I lit it up and hit it up, and now I'm draggin' it   Wayne took a hit, Pop took a puff   Nookie started chokin' and now he's fucked up   The forty-ounce is hittin', so I busted into school   I'm never gettin' sweated 'cuz I'm just too cool fool   Sun's goin' down and now it's night   My posse's cold chillin' and we're feelin' alright   We heard a lot of noise and it sounded like a rally   Boomin' ass sounds comin' out of Sherm Alley   We all jumped up and we started to stroll   A young nigga like the Quiksta was takin' control   The D.E.A. posse so deep we walked three 2's   Now if you wanna join -- then you gotta pay ya dues   We got up to the alley and everything was chill   They was just makin' that dollar dollar bill   Reesa came down and she sat on the stairs   I stood up 'cuz I didn't have a chair   Now Pop said, "Yo! Let's get some cuts.   Get that Old 8 so we can get fucked up."   Now I'll put a twenty H put a 10    and said, "Fuck it! Super soca and gin!"   Now everybody's gettin' in the twilight zone   Head up stairs and they're gettin' weirdo   Gangsta's on the steps and he's tryin' to bang   No belt in his khakis so his Lee's could sag   Here comes Stick with a 20 dollar bag   But he can't roll a joint cuz he ain't got no zigzags   I looked up at my watch, it said 10:28   "You better run up to the liquor store before it's too late."   He went to the store and he got the zags   He came back walkin' with my homeboy Cash   Sucka came over; he was lookin for a ride   Runnin' from the police, he ain't have no place to hide   A smile came on my face when I swallowed my beer   I'm chillin' like a villian and I got no fear   Now Tony Lane came; he said he was bored   Eatin' on some chips that he got from the store   I said I'm bored too, so what's up with that?   Wayne said, "is anyone down to jack?   Now I can get the AK and you can get the pump,   But I don't want no deuce-deuce, cuz I ain't no chump"   Now Mike said, "Dane which one do you choose?"   "I could take the .38 and you can have the Uze."   But before we can jet and be on our way   Some niggas rolled up and they was ready to spray   Rollin' real slow, they turned off the lights   Waitin' -- until the time was right   A fool jumped out all dressed in Guess?   *gunshot* (Yeah) shot him in the chest   The niggas tried to jet, but the couldn't get far   Cuz Mike had the uzi and he aimed it for the car   *gunshots*    Ha Ha    Now that's how it's done and we do it good   Just another day in my loked out hood   Now all y'all remember that we can't be stopped   What's the name of my hood? *gunshots*   (Ha ha haha)   (Figure that shit out you fools)