[Chorus:] [2x]

I got my converse check, my pistol check

my vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck

the respect come first then the money and the power

we got more cake to make let's ride



[Verse 1:]

They thought I'd be another one hit wonder

until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer

you know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool

brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue

Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make

you thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state

you got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake

What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up

Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props

we hate cops [why] cause everyday we get stopped

for ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me

you try to jack me for my 'Lac they gon'miss you homey



[Chorus]



[talking]

Yo Will-Lean let's roll man [Let's ride]

we gotta go homey [Let's ride]

you know how we do it though [Let's ride]

[tires screech]



[Verse 2:]

Uh I'm too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street

I'm not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep

customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest

look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech'll leave you wet

let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot

fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I'm too hot

but when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin

niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin

ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P

fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free

I get that big bread, I'm making big chips

you get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

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