we'd ride up an down sunset in the droptop Corvette wit 20 inch rims
block parties on Kirkland, my ghetto folk do ya remember when
Coulon Beach
we got the fuckin fire live
drink maddog and kneehighs an iced in the cooler we uh gotta St Ides
from sunset to sunrise my h-i-double l fellas neva die
out on bail
Tuesday night we still raisin hell an we fresh outta jail
bailin laid back crackin OE taken back my fortie
tilted back peelin my hand off my nine an wrappin it around a shortie
pour dee OE slowly for locked down homies and more gees dead in the ground
smoke splifs rememberin when we drank hen smoken on a pound
comen from that westside dippin phat tight rides
got D's for them haters an dap for them players
with carved names in nine millimeter shells i keep grudges
many nitches in my gun so ya know my life is rugged
hundred times or so we find a hoe get her out her clothes so she can blow
my flow so coe--leave ya frozen in time like an eskimo
bro my people so evil our mere presence is illegal
steal a yatch to bust nut on her ass in the back of the Regal
