(Intro)
Westside
East, to the fuckin South
Gangstas
(Verse 1)
Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all
Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog
The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis
2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis
See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride
But I don`t see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot
G`s from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk
>From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump
I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc`
Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke
Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons
Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I`m schemin
It`s action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique
West Coast G`s ain`t the niggas to be fuckin with
S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs
Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum
BiAtch
(Chorus)
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through L.A., what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
(Verse 2)
Rollin in a low-low but I`m not solo
My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A
Cappin your ass quicker than a G
So that`s who I rolls with when I`m twistin D`s
My dress code`s casual, you know the routine
Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean
My low-low`s wet, so what`s next nigga
I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga
Fuckin with a young vet nigga
Ain`t nuthin goin on but the gangsta
South Central`s finest, Murder Squad`s finest
Try to take my low-low, I be seein 24 low-low
With a L, that`s on my baby girl
You hear these bullets hummin, comin atcha
They`ll snatch ya, caught up in a rapture
Fuckin with me the O.G. from the S.C., swap meet dweller
Quick to pull the heat in your cellar
(Chorus)
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through ATLANTA, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through ST.LOUIS, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
(Verse 3)
Ta-dow! How you like me now
As I skate in a rag 8 with Mc Eiht
Collectin stripes, dumpin all night
We too tight as we ride, slide
With the heat on my side
A .45`ll knock your ass closer to the sky
Nigga you best to break fast like juice
Lettin 32 loose from the carbon deuce-deuce
Fuck a truece, `cause when I go y`all gots to bury me
In my Chuck T`s, Khakis and B.V.T.
Y`all feelin me, still a G
Cold drop the four and roll to the store for `gnac
I gets bent like that
Rata-tat-tat from Mac 10`s, hit the corner and spin
On them D`s, yellin: `Fuck you G, nigga this`s S.C.C.`
We regulates the S.C., I puts it down for C.C.
With baby Nine next to me fool, and when we dump
We`re head-huntin for punks, so you better try
To play rug and lie
(Chorus)
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through TEXAS, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through OAKLAND, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through ILLTOWN, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
Rollin through MACKTOWN, what do I see ?
A gang of mo` niggas dressed just like me
All day everyday I don`t give a fuck
Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks
All over the WESTCOAST, what do I see ?
A gang of G niggas dressed just like me
