Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!
    
    [Daz]
    Y'all niggas get ready to get high!
    
    What we doin in here y'all, huh?
    Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin
    Drinkin, c'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
    Muh'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 loc'n
    Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up
    
    [Verse 1]
    B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again
    I'm in the club with the fifth again
    West coast niggas sippin gin
    East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
    I'm in the back where it'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
    I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash
    I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes
    I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke
    I'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]
    I'm on the block til the pack get sold
    Don't pack just roll
    Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'
    Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold
    Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold
    All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's
    SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
    That's right fuck coppers holmes
    We bust choppers holmes
    We on the block sent them choppers on
    Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased
    That'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 won'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 I'ma do my thing, yo
    
    [HOOK]
    
    [Verse 3]
    All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails
    Say fuck they PD'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
    Don'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 quake'll put staples in ya
    Nigga zip up your stomach
    Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em
    That's how we play to get '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 I'ma do my thing, yo
    
    [HOOK 2X]
    
    [Daz]
    Yeah, (I make '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
    Don't play no games fool
    And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em
    Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
    Bouncin, bouncin...