Ayo! Light that %#@! the $#&@ up man!

[Daz]

Y'all ^!$$%s get ready to get high!

What we doin in here y'all, huh?

Everybody partyin, smokin, bull%#@!tin
Drinkin, c'mon


[HOOK:]
This for my ^!$$%s on the east coast rollin
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin

All my ^!$$%s in the street wit caine
Muh'$#&@a which street you claim? Put your glock up
This is for my ^!$$%s on the west coast bouncin

Six-four rollin, three wheel motion
All my dogs on the block just loc'n
^!$$% put your rag up, playa put your flag up


[Verse 1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin %#@! again

I'm in the club with the fifth again
West coast ^!$$%s sippin gin
East coast ^!$$%s Belvedere, cranberry ^!$$% mix it in

I'm in the back where it's dark as hell
%#@! you know me, VIP, ^!$$% spark the L
And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit !@^%s

%#@! all my ^!$$%s strapped what all the bouncers for
Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them (*##$es, get that cash

I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get that !@%!e
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones

Til the, feds come get me air out guns
From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh


[HOOK]

[Verse 2]

I'm on the block til the pack get sold
Don't pack just roll
Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'

^!$$% please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold
All my ^!$$%s vatos locos holmes ese's

SA's with SK's a $#&@ if the cops come holmes
That's right $#&@ coppers holmes
We bust choppers holmes

We on the block sent them choppers on
Twenty ^!$$%s wit they khaki's creased
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets

Or twenty ^!$$%s on the back of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks

To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up (*##$es, hittin switches
St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo


[HOOK]


[Verse 3]
All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails
Say $#&@ they PD's and duck jail

Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You $#&@in wit a gangsta rookie

Don't gangsta lookie
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me

What you think this sweet? What you eat, ^!$$% gangsta cookies?
Call state to the Staples Center
The four quake'll put staples in ya

^!$$% zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons

Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up (*##$es, hittin switches
St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo


[HOOK 2X]

[Daz]
Yeah, (I make 'em walk)
Beanie Sigel and that ^!$$% Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)

Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)
For life, do it like that, put your hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches bounce ^!$$%
California put your hands up ^!$$%

Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin ^!$$%
Don't play no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em
Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my ^!$$% Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...