(feat. D.B.A.)

[Frost]

Hm-hm-hm-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Check it out

Ha-ha-ha
N2Deep
Latino Velvet cliqua

Frost
D.B.A.
From the Bay to L.A.

From the Northpole all the way to the mutha$#&@in Southpole
This is how we roll


[Frost]
Oh-oh, I'm back in this (*##$, baby
With a new steelo and a brand new ride

No matter where you from, throw it up, represent yo side
Peep out the dum-didi, it's me and Boskolini
Rollin down the street with them nickel-plated chrome nini

About to hook up with my partners from the Lleyo
Sit down at the table, figure ways to stack the mail
Just another classic tale of a man and his money

Cause you gotta have a con in this land of milk and honey

[Baby Beesh]

Well, I don't know about y'all, but mayn, I knows about moi
I keep a deep repertoire and keep some dank in my jar
The coldest Latin to ball, the mack handles the law

I spend a g at the mall and give your breezy a call
And mayn I calls it how I see em from my hustler mausoleum
From the West coast to the East coast, from the AM to the PM

What's really.. laced up from the waist up, never see me goin bancrupt
Wake up and break up a bud so I can blaze up


[CHORUS: Baby Beesh]
That's just the way we get down, we serve it up by the pound
We stack g's and we clown and if you see us around

Say what's up, partner, I'ma give you some dap
Because we puttin this West coast back on the map


[Jay Tee]
Now please believe it when I tell ya, uncut !@%!e is what I sell ya
Even if ya out of town that good game should never fail ya

Call me yankee, bread stackin, boss mackin
Got a superbad up in the Cadillac and
You know I pop that con hella quick to her

You know before I'm gone I sold that dick to her
I like ya just like I liked my last (*##$
Jay Tee is who I'm doin business as, biatch


[Bosko]
Slippin ??? hypnosis pull Testarossas out your nana

Piranha, ferocious, put the chains on her
For green guys the mean thighs and d-size
I need my batter till my bread start to rise

Tellin true lies and extort for sport
Got contempt for court, 'biatch' - Too $hort
Pimp with force like Vader and never paid her a nickel

Mouthpiece that have you $#&@in for pickles

[CHORUS]


[Cool Nutz]
Pure bread, posted with a bottle and some bomb head

Smoked a broad out and turned the broad out
Pimpin ain't dead, the broads is just scared
Beat your heels on the track, increase the sack

Be a trendbroker, from the womb, $#&@ the smokers
The tender chose up and the bread rose up
I was born to rap, secondary to this %#@!

If the music don't work, I retire, then pimp
Big work, strip club dancin escort
You was perked off the E, dowsed in Hennessy

$#&@ your simp tendencies, we bring street remedies
D boys and pimps took flight with Vegas strips
Burned vogues on the turf, screech and peel off
Check my trap money, get scratch and roll off
Be a boss, get the fetti at all cost

Recognize the game, get scrill and then floss