Verse 1:
We rollin` five cars deep, all logo thangs:
A Cutty, a Caddy, two OJ`s and a drop Mustang.
My nigga`s fucked in the Cutty gettin` donuts, fishtail
And smokin` up the block and Two hun`ed block is what he yellin`.
Hyped as fuck, gone of the Hen and dank,
Bitches all over the place, jockin` niggas off gold Daytons.
6-7 lock is what I`m rollin` when it`s sunny.
Fo` figured, five block to keep my shit runnin`.
Gold thangs, spin in pearl pains, shinin`
And everywhere I go, niggas ask if they can buy in.
Bitches jock everywhere I go,
That`s why I roll solo at the sideshows.
Creepin`, peepin` out these hoes,
Cuz the first one to look is the first to get chose.
So come take a ride and let me show you how it`s done,
Up in the state of Cali-funk-ia.
Nigga.
(chorus x2)
Roll, roll, roll yo` voges up and down the street.
All the niggas drop the tops and hit the spot, if you`re ridin` on gold
D`s.
Verse 2:
Sippin` on some hindu, blowin` on some indo,
Brang paint, tick tock to the Regal to the rallies, all addicted
chrome.
Strike a well, my crews is saying, you ain`t ne`er be mine,
Hungarian P.R., now I`ma let me throw back windows back and a bangin`
job.
It`s funk in the town of the fog.
Too many deaths, ain`t nobody down for the squad.
Rollin` plushed out exact like your Cadillac,
Soldier Seargent in a car wit gat on my lap
All day. Escapin` tracks from Vice,
Can`t wait till it get dark, might hit the club tonight.
You know them sound recycled clubs,
Where there to the bunch a big be life hype, who to da bunch a glocks
and then a bunch of unknown damn buds.
Niggas poppin` the trunk for the funk
Benzes, Beamers, Lexus`, Caddy paint wit drops what`s out, pushin` a
Bump.
Y`knaw`t`s how we do it in the town and I was cold,
And now to the Bay, nigga go roll yo vogues.
(chorus x2)
Verse 3:
Nut`n nice, it`s like life, I`m livin` off in my buildin`s,
Slangin` that `caine, get regular cash back, a nigga`s spillin`.
Ready and willin` for some freaks to leap off in these streets,
So I can yap on high cap, in a nina millimeter
Then fall down, these niggas is walkin` around with one of these ammos
under they belts.
More niggas I`m killin` than killed, then I be up on tilt.
Right to my belly, rush is so striggity-straight as cops
And me and my ridah potnas, back to the Bay, got caps at you intrudas.
Mug, that`s when I`m slug-killed, still makin` these drug deals
Wit a 9-double 8, tryin` I`ll think it him and dark kill.
It was a thrill, comin` up in these projects
All the set arsenal with them took years to duck this.
Stuck to the set, you rarely see me off the turf,
A young nigga that`s showin` off, ready steady pushin` that work.
Pushin` a Caddy on Originals and Voges,
Stack wit my lap strap, with my mack Mud`fuck`s.
(chorus till fade)
