[Mr. Lil One] Woo, that's right, that's right Lil' One and Sicc Representing for the Southeast clan [Young Sicc] Uh, homie Straight up dog [Mr. Lil One] You know how we do this [Young Sicc] Gangsta Gangsta [Mr. Lil One] Too many of you fools be selling woof tickets Beyond be doing the thing man [Young Sicc] Ain't knowing how these eses put it down homie [Mr. Lil One] I'ma break it down like this Sicc, tell em how we do dog [Young Sicc] It be that real riding steelo dog, that we're bringing To keep it gangsta, having everybody swingin Never try and test those riders from the West Coast Stomping through hoods packing heat up in the trenchcoats Sicc and the Lil' bring flavor like skittles Ladies all hyped up screaming in the middle Something never seen before, styles they've been fiending for Something for them knuckleheads rolling with them beenies low Gangsters make the world go round So now they all bow to the Dago town I put it down for all the homies from the hood to the pen Six-trey Chevrolet got me hopping again I got all my girlies loving it, because we're thugging it And got the industry knowing who be running it Everybody loving it, everybody bumping Southern Cali represent just to bring a little something [Chorus: Young Sicc] For my South, Southsiders, siders For the East, Eastsiders, siders For the West, Westsiders, siders For my Southeast riders For my South, Southsiders, siders For the East, Eastsiders, siders For the West, Westsiders, siders For my k**er Cal riders [Mr. Lil One] Beware of the big dog, I get ferocious Hypnosis, here's a dozen roses Poses for the camera, seems that we're having a Merry old time, sh** this outta be a crime Look at all these nickles trying to plug up with the Sickos Begging for me to tickle them, begging for my pickle and I'ma give it to em, but first I gotta finish up this verse For my little homie Sicc, how it hurts The worst is yet to come, it's Sicc and Lil' One The party just begun, bottles full of rum Ladies in bikinis, cholos with their beenies Every little nickle got a bottle like they're genies Granting me whatever, but never never slip I'm I rider from the South and I'm all about my chips Sicc much love dog, handle what you gotta Mr. Lil' got your back, Mr. Evil Stigmata [Chorus] [Young Sicc] You know we bring it the sick way, you got that heat pa** it this way Yeah, you know you're riding with some eses Who got the game sewed up from block to block Hit em with something proper leave em all +Shellshocked+ I got bloods b-walking, got crips c-walking Others done bowed down to the stuff that we're talking Known for keeping it gangster cuz gangster is what it is Much love to my cousins Hoggy Dog and G-Whiz For my BG's and double OG's and shot callers Love to my doggy Spanks up in Chukawala From the South Bay back to Southeast to Oceanside Riders in the streets just wait to colide San Diego tizown to the LBC Compton and South Central to the SMB The SGV, the East LA, y'all know what's up For my k**er Cal riders, let me see you toss it up [Chorus x2]