[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 bi