West, South Central



[Verse 1]

If money ain't foldin' homie I'm not rollin'

Talk a gang of shit, spit out my colon

Rip Dog and Non-Affiliated made us, we dirt

Make you wanna go to the swap meet and buy a white t-shirt

What's a G worth

The turf we lurk was worth a G before my birth

I walk these streets throwin' dirt wads

99th and Watts, playin' in the feed lots

We not afraid to bang, go to keys knot

And knees off, summertime swim in that real rugged piece off

Then see y'all, let a nigga know

What info gat, Beretta nigga know

Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low

Tryin' to extort you for yo dough

That's a no, no

Take 3 outta 4 like the Late Show



[Chorus]

Bounce, rock, Golden State

From the place where the one time is known to hate

What's right, what's wrong, erase the line

Make up ya mind and choose ya side

Bounce, rock, Golden State

From the place where the one time is known to hate

What's right, what's wrong, cross the line

Off everything I love, I'ma handle mine



[Verse 2]

I'm sick of these punk ass po-po's

Bendin' my corners in slow-mo, lookin' for my cuzo

In the west-bound to DP

To Bernie Park down to Dog Town, West Coast to roll, it's hot now

With choppers that spit them hollow point tips

To get off that shit, between they come and they lips

I keeps it cause I heard the streets runnin' this shit

My nigga Rafe doin' eleven in the Fed, to the head

Off the Motorola kite, late night life (What chu' dealin' with)

I'm gettin' rich so we can get bricks that you can end with

And if you from the pen then pesos and yen

Even then them boys behind me

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