(feat. Daz Dillinger)

Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!



[Daz]

Y'all niggas get ready to get high!



What we doin in here y'all, huh?

Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin

Drinkin, c'mon



[HOOK:]

This for my niggas on the east coast rollin

Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin

All my niggas in the street wit caine

Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up

This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin

Six-four rollin, three wheel motion

All my dogs on the block just loc'n

Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up



[Verse 1]

B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again

I'm in the club with the fifth again

West coast niggas sippin gin

East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in

I'm in the back where it's dark as hell

Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L

And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores

Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for

Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave

I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash

I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes

I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke

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'

Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold

Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold

All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's

SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes

That's right fuck coppers holmes

We bust choppers holmes

We on the block sent them choppers on

Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased

That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets

Or twenty niggas 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 bitches, 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 fuck they PD's and duck jail

Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts

Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin

You fuckin 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, nigga gangsta cookies?

Call state to the Staples Center

The four quake'll put staples in ya

Nigga 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 bitches, hittin switches

St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo



[HOOK 2X]



[Daz]

Yeah, (I make 'em walk)

Beanie Sigel and that nigga 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 nigga

California put your hands up nigga

Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga

Don't play no games fool

And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em

Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...

Bouncin, bouncin...





[Thanks to outkastlayzie@aol.com for these lyrics]