Where Did My Blog Title Come From?

woke up quick, at about noon
just thought that i had to be in compton soon
i gotta get drunk 'fore the day begins
before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
about to go and damn near went blind
young niggaz  on the path throwin up gang signs
i went in the house to get the 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 fo' hit the juice on my ride
i got front back, and side to side
then i let the alpine play
i was pumping new shit by NWA
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 six-fo'
jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
i went to the park to get the scoop
knuckleheads out there cold, shootin some hoop
a car pulls up, who can it be
it's a fresh El Camino rollin kilo G
he rolls down the window and he startes to say
its all about making that GTA
cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, we'll pull your card
knowing nothing in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy cause i ain't said shit

bored as hell and i wanna get ill
so i go to a place where my homeboys chill
the fellas out there trying to make that dolla
i pulled up in the 6 fo' impala
greet me wit a 40 and i start drinkin
and from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin
i gotta get my girl to rock that body
before i left, i hit the bacardi
pulled to the house, get her out of the pad
then the bitch said something to make me mad
she said somethin that i couldnt believe
so i grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
she started talkin shit, wouldnt you know
i reached back like a pimp, and i slapped a hoe
and her father stood up and he started to shout
so i threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out
cause the boys in the hood are always hard
you come talkin that trash, we'll pull your card
knowing nothing in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy cause i ain't said shit 

punk ass trippin' but it's alright

homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punkass, fly