You know I got love for the West Coast
Yeah
Yeah
n***a
Cannon, Cannon
Cannon
Some concerns b**h
Act like you know
Uh
I'm still
Sixteen switchin'
Still back bumper scraping
Patty-caking, frame to the pavement
They been looking for me, I bene on MTV lately
Chasing paper, macking to the latest
Smoking out vapor, riders
Laser red eyes, sun out where I'm driving
Dropping my visor
With my bad b**h, she a rider
Weed in the grinder, mind on a million
Patio on top of the building
Owning this sh**, not renting
That's the sh** that I'm spitting
I could pimp an alley-oop (?) I'm sitting
At the Hornet's game, and I'm eying them groupie b**hes
You dealing with some real mothf**ing Gs
Say I ain't the best, we'll mother f**ing see
(Hold on mama)
Jets in this b**h, twist the mother f**ing trees