Yeah
Walk with me west coast
Yeah
It`s the coast to coast G on the check in
Yeah ride ride ride

If you ain`t up on things
Fabulous is the name, street fam`s the game
Screamin` seven one eight while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
Then I`m game change a very freaky girl

You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon
You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin`
You know who got the gold that`ll have your ass gaggin`
You know who got the boat that`ll have the task naggin`

But I f**k bitches and get money
My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches
When you get twenties and plug switches
That make you sit funny, I`m a rider

If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin` like you supposed to be)
If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you banging like you supposed to be)
If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be)

C`mon you know its g`s up C.O.`s down
If I freeze up, its kilos now
Pick trees up its three four pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro`s drown
I snatch a few G`s up and flea those towns
Busta`s freeze up when my V slow down
I ease up with these four pounds
Squeeze up to three four rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Y`all better call the D`s up before I reload now

I`m the boss somethin` like Springsteen
I got somethin` that bring green, that look somethin` like stringbeans
I make sure the hustlers keep somethin` to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a little somethin` that bling green

We going to blast if we going I been doing
This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum
Your grandparents has to assume
`Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem
(Oh boy!)

If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you ride like you supposed to be)
If you ain`t up on things
(Don`t come close to me)
(Unless you pimpin` like you supposed to be)

So my ni**as, they get money
Throw your motherf**king hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don`t give a f**k
Let me hear y`all ni**as scream oh yeah oh yeah
And all my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherf**kin` hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don`t give a f**k
Let me hear y`all bitches scream "Oh yeah"

It`s the kid with the D O double G
After blowing three four dubs of trees
My eyes are below double G`s
After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me
We`ll probably go below publically
I`m a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely backup
Keep a piece in the vest, that`s how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my ni**as, they get money
Throw your motherf**king hand in the air
And if you up on things and you don`t give a f**k
Let me hear y`all ni**as scream "Oh yeah"

All my bitches, they get money
Throw your motherf**kin` hands in the air
And if you up on things and you don`t give a f**k
Let me hear y`all bitches scream "Oh yeah oh yeah"