Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M   Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM   The sound's up loud to attract attention   Armored tires on a lowered suspension      The nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin'   Bumpin'' Big Daddy the nigga was definitely flowin'   I was ridin' shotgun, Donald and Hen in back   Look through the tint recognized a jack      Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out   Donald D blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth   Why would they step when they know we're strapped?   I never cruise L.A without a gat in my lap      The other fool shot caught the E in the shoulder blade   I busted through the car door that's where the nigga laid   Hen jumped out dropped two nines in his forehead   Evil was bleedin' bad, the car seats were turnin' red      Looked to my left there were two more carloads   Niggas in hats and hoods, in an attack mode   And they hadn't yet begun to fight   E hit the gas, it was one past midnight      Take me on a walk through hell   South Central   Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man!   Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man!      We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie   Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s   Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden   Right on Hoover, E where we goin'?      He didn't even answer that   Checked the rear view they were still out back   Where were these brothers from? What made these brothers come?   Bang! our back window was removed by a shotgun      Now Hen G was shot, Don caught a ricochet   These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play   Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left   Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death      But would this really keep them psyched?   Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight!      Midnight, time for a homicide   South Central   C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man   You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here      I really didn't like how this shit was goin' down   Wrong night, wrong time, wrong fuckin' part of town   Ya see we was deep in the Hoover's hood   Three niggas bleedin', that shit don't look good!      See over there red don't grow   Some places red's all they know   But not our luck, tonight we was real fucked   Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck      Fuckin' police on a gang sweep   No time to deal with one time so we had to creep   Broke through a back yard, ran through a vacant lot   E, Hen and Don kept up to be some niggas shot      Shit was gettin' crazy, so I had to get busy   Hen was bleedin' worse and Evil was gettin' dizzy   Looked in a parkin' lot, I needed a snatch bar   Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car      It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do   Started it up and scooped my whole crew   Two blocks later we saw fuckin' blue lights   The pigs were behind us, it was half past midnight!      Take me on a walk through hell   South Central   You all just lay down on the floor if this car, man   Fuck the police, man, I'm a handle this      When they pulled us over shit got worse   I wait until they got out and then I hit reverse   Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall   Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty ya'll      Don't know how but somehow we got away   Lost the jackers, the cops, dumped the G.T.A   Made it back to the hood, fixed the crew up   And even though Evil's car blew up      We made it home and then I crashed out   Thinkin' 'bout my all-night death bout   Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep   The sound of fuckin' police when they're tryin' to creep      Broke through my door with no goddamn warning   Looked at my watch it was six in the mornin'