You know you love it

Hey, yea, yea



[Verse 1]

For the year 2001 the lows arousin'

Count thousand you smile

But when ya see us ain't no smilin'

We wildin' all through the surroundings at the showtime

Rap before time, you weak niggas get no shine, no shine

The whole time we turn shows and turn hoes, turn hoes

We got hot shit to make these niggas burn flows

Once is goes to the street then the word goes

From the H strip to the Rack Rock and Virgo

Lock boys and turn hoes, know the scoop

So when ya see us in traffic make sure that you salute

My crew produce for the loot

Let's come and burn the roof

Sayin' we all a bunch of niggas comin' from livin' on the loose

My partner vibes shootin' hoops, I'm in the booth

And it's the truth that my entourage will blow the roof

Ya better be fire proof or you will catch

This material flex and drop a bomb like the next

We the next to get blessed with them million dollar checks

Something hittin' on the West, ya boss gettin' finesse

We flossin' flawless like beggettes

Come correct or you get your ass handled by the best



[Chorus x2]

You know your lovin' it

Better, better get buggin' it

Lovin' this

We put it down and keep it bubblin'

Strugglin' lookin' back to see where we been

And each and every time lovin' it



[Verse 2]

Nothin' but ballers on this side in the 415

It's time to cash checks accumulate dollars, won't settle for less

We livin' restless, I'ma let the lyrical tech spit

We on the West bitch so come and test this

You get the message plus my chest with the black vest

I'm puttin' all type of ice on my checklist

Till I'm out to Texas and touchin' down on Lex dubs

Scrubs around me quick to talk big and mean mug

Supreme thugs from the directly outta Cali

Where police don't play and squares like to doubt me

We thuggin' it, ya make a move nigga duck quick

So fuck the dumb shit, the fast bread I'm lovin' it



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

Nigga done let the Troopa in this bitch

And I'm about to rip it

Bitches and niggas on my jock cause I'm a young nigga gifted

I shifted the game from hustlin' to the rap with the get low

Instead upon the block in the mo boomin' yay-yo

And can't no nigga tell me nothin' that I'm doin'

Certified in the game and I'ma keep on pursuin'

I be the best man standin' millionaire plannin'

These hoes don't like me say I'm shiesty and demandin'

Respect without my tech just my million dollar mouthpiece

I'm representin' the West, North to South and East

I like my crease flooded, my rollie peck studded

TVs out the box and leave my dashboard gutted

I love it



Yeah, yeah 2000 and 1 shit, ha ha

My cousin the Troopa, uh in this bitch

Representin' for the Gamblaz, it's real fear

This get low shit, you know you lovin' it



[Chorus x2]



Ooh, yeah you love it

You know you lovin' it

You know you love it

Cause I'm buggin it

Oh yeah

You love it, love it