This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie, disco, music
Made for you to cruise with, in ya Jeep, Cadillac or tha Benz
Down the strip with ya girl and your friends, just floatin, west coastin
Hittin switches in the ragtop boastin, just rollin on hundred spokes
Ridin with your ken folks, bumpin this jam and getting high off the holy ghost smoke
One puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 Im feeling real high, leanin to the side
With the homie Mista Grimm, in tha O.G. gangsta ride
Candy apple with the custom interior, inferia, when it be comin to rippin these microphones
Mi familia, is the dopest, no hokus pokus, tha locest vocalist and most ferocious
Rapper is bogus, when I spit, they hopeless
We just dippin, in the Lincoln, with the hommmies and the OGs trippin
Off me rims and the chromed out engine, hydrolics switches and the pioneer system
We just dippin, hittin switches, in the 6-4, rollin deep in the trenches
Sttin in chromed out 22 inches, bumpin that west coast sound to the fullest!
Dip, dip, bounce, bounce, front, front, back, back
Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that, C-O-R-N-E-R-T-B-O-N-E–M-I-S-T-A-G-R-I-double M
Rapiando, cantando, in the 6-4 brincando, pitando, at the homies
Cuz me and Grimm got flava like asada and cilantro, tocando oldoes
As we ride slow, y corriendo, from the po-po, somos los mejores brother
Oh you didnt know, from West Covina to fogtown Frisco, Original
In the classic blastin war, hardcore with the suicide doors, L-dang
Riviera, Cutlass, whatever youre in, just keep bumpin this