[Verse 1: Bones] Young white pimp riding in the whip Coke white caddy with the all black tint Gold on his neck, got gold on his wrist Platinum in his mouth thats the motherf**ing kid He don't need a clique, he just need a clip He don't need a grip cause he ain't never slip He don't need a b**h cause all they do is trick And he don't got time to hear all that sh** Thats Bones and he don't play like that But if you try to play with him he can play right back If you try to play dumb, boy you better play guns Boy you better play hide, boy you better play run Just a pimp from that 1994 Coming straight from the motherf**ing westcoast Where they all got guns Use your head or you walk around with none