(performed by sigel / daz)
Ayo! light that shit the fuck up man!
[daz]
yand'all niggas get ready to get high!
What we doin in here yand'all, huh?
everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin
drinkin, cand'mon
Hook:
this for my niggas on the east coast rollin
tinted up suburban, in the streets swervin
all my niggas in the street wit caine
muhand'fucka which street you claim? put your glock up
this is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin
six-four rollin, three wheel motion
all my dogs on the block just locand'n
nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up
[verse 1]
b mack in the mix again, iand'm startin shit again
iand'm in the club with the fifth again
west coast niggas sippin gin
east coast niggas belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
iand'm in the back where itand's dark as hell
shit you know me, vip, nigga spark the l
and i come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for
whether deuce or sig on crenshaw ave
iand'ma, get them bitches, get that cash
iand'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes
iand'ma, push that chicken, get that coke
iand'ma, rock them dickies, air force ones
til the, feds come get me air out guns
from the, p h i ll y, to the, l b c to c p t, uh
Hook
[verse 2]
iand'm on the block til the pack get sold
donand't pack just roll
hit l.a. like shaq and koband'
nigga please, got trees aculpulco gold
got connects with the heat got the gats on hold
all my niggas vatos locos holmes eseand's
saand's with skand's a fuck if the cops come holmes
thatand's right fuck coppers holmes
we bust choppers holmes
we on the block sent them choppers on
twenty niggas wit they khakiand's creased
thatand'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets
or twenty niggas on the back of blocks
that sling caps and rocks, who wonand't hesitate to clap the cops
whether i, push the truck to pick up clucks
to get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
from pickin up bitches, hittin switches
st ives to ingbing iand'ma do my thing, yo
Hook
[verse 3]
all my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails
say fuck they pdand's and duck jail
rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts
only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
you fuckin wit a gangsta rookie
donand't gangsta lookie
shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie
shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me
what you think this sweet? what you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
call state to the staples center
the four quakeand'll put staples in ya
nigga zip up your stomach
rip up your younguns, make you pay to get and'em
thatand's how we play to get and'em, never pay for pigeons
whether i, push the truck to pick up clucks
to get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
from pickin up bitches, hittin switches
st ives and ingbing iand'ma do my thing, yo
Hook 2x
[daz]
yeah, [i make and'em walk] beanie sigel and that nigga daz dillinger [and kurupt]
dogg pound roc la familia [dogg pound]
for life, do it like that, put your hands up!
[kurupt]
make them switches bounce nigga
california put your hands up nigga
jump over the moon, i wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
donand't play no games fool
and walk on and'em, yeah, and walk on and'em
uh, and make and'em walk, yeah, my nigga beans...
bouncin, bouncin...
