[T-Bone]

From my days of a juvenile

Raised in the church but lived thug style

Back in the day in my hood gettin buckwild

Runnin wit felons that be servin keys to O.G.'s

And real pimps spittin game to ladies

Drop Mercedes make em go crazy 

Mamis trippin on screamin Ay papi

Talkin fast to tha chickens 

While we pimpin and dippin

Throwin up signs and set trippin

Livin la vida loca like Ricky 

Mom trippin out cause I got a neck full of hickes

Breath smellin like whiskey 

Busted, plus Im saggin in a "T" and some dickies

Just like Whiteny Im tryin to blow up

But wanna do it while Im young like Brittney

Ride to the death of me like KRS

This was my philosophy, but not no more

 

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All my rogues gonna ride tonight 

Get ya hands way up in the air tonight

From new york to the bay get live tonight

Cuz we makin tha kind of music make ya feel alright

 

[T-Bone]

Thug passion got me flashin on rivals

Henessey had me trippin feelin suicidal

Full of all that hurt pain and tha misery

Mad at the world for the things it did to me

California just make a playa wanna ride

Throw up a dub be a thug, holla Westside til I die

Young G from tha projects stealin watches, why

To impress all my rogues and tha notches

So live life cautious

Cuz now a days tha streets is filled wit armed killers

And narcotics just cant stop this

What type of sound make ya groove throw yo hands up

And move all around just bounce to the rhythm

Nod ya head like a pigeon to this chase beat thats hittin

From Britain, the UK, LA to my dogs locked down in tha prison

 

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[T-Bone]

Somethin for that pretty ladies and tha thugs too

In that East, Westcoast and tha South too

We all bout it ma, like Cube show me love in tha club

Wit the mobster kiss on both cheeks and thug hugs

Throw yo hands up wave em side to side

Ladies, Ridas, made men tonight

We gon party like its 2999, no crime

Just California beaches under the sunshine

Plus one time isn't trippin on me or my girl

Laced wit that rocks and Versace

Black boots and Mosquino, Mexican

Half black, Philippino it all good

Now bounce like a check that aint got not funds

And party like you just won half a million

oh what a feelin

Now everybody in the house get your hands to the ceilin

 

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