Chorus:

I got one mo switch I can hit

I got one mo bullet in my clip

I got one mo drink I can steal

I got one mo sack I can twist

Verse 1 Coolio:

I wear a "S" on my chest

I prefer my vest

And if the chronic run out loc pass the stress

Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things

Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang

To the boogie say up jump the boogie

He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies

I shook thee

I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet

I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it

From defamation to desimation

Every day is like summer vacation

A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood

Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood

I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga)

Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla)

Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa)

They comin' through the hold on tip toe

You swear, so

I gotta get your grip, hoe

Chorus

Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.):

Yes, yes, y'all (Yes y'all)

40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all)

Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (Pimp y'all)

When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you

When our four colors rock, front and ass out

All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block

Your sounds ain't beatin

So your girls ain't freakin

Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin

Hit 'em in their eyes

And go suicides

Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like

To hit the mic for a licken

Hell no, I ain't trippin

Cause I kinda like pimpin

Bein' freer than a pigeon

Got your bitch down in positions

All kinda ways

40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze

So, come with these weak flows if you must

But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust

Chorus

Verse 3, Coolio:

Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride

Like Clyde

Drexler, this is eastside

Westa, recognize the routine

Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team

So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo

That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo

We lay low

All up in the cut

If it's suicide then roll the bustas up

And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut

Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch

Now the party didn't start til I walked in

And it probably wont end til I sip Hen

But in the meantime

And in between time

Better tuck in your chin

And learn to take your lumps and grin

You know you can't wait cause I'ma stay on one

One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done

Chorus, Repeat 4X