(feat. Jim Jones, Soulja Boy, Snoop Dogg & Nipsey Hussle)




(G-MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXX!)



[Intro: Dorrough {Snoop Dogg}]

Hah! {West Coast, baby... }

Yeah, remix! This time I say

Yeah, buddy - live good, eat good

Old school Chevy to a Cadillac Fleetwood

Got the inside - (black!), and the outside (black!)

Thinkin 'bout a Maserati, but I rather ride ('Lac)

A.C. blow (whaaat? !), like wind chill (chill!)

Paint drippin like the rain on a windshield



[Chorus:]

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!)

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!)

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside

Ice-ice cream, I-I-I-ice cream paint job

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl... al-rite)

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl... al-rite)

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside

Ice-ice cream, I-I-I-ice cream paint job



[Verse 1: Dorrough]

M-m-m-mama black, daddy black

Uncle black, granny black, catch me in a Cadillac

(Cadillac) Say, ridin on a foreign ti'

With some ice cream paint, got the shoes and I had to match

My car, yo we stunt like that (like that)

Down in Dallas, Texas, yeah it's crunk like that

All I gotta do is this, drop the top and show the wrist

And I can pull a bad chick off eye contact

Yeaaaaaaa - it's ya, it's ya, it's ya boy Dorrough

I got a wood grain wheel and a wood grain flo'

Paint job, fresh sprayed, pop trunk, might wave

Yeah, buddy, I'm paid, umm, everybody know

That gettin money is the mission, it's the auto clone magician

0-9, but I drive a 0-12 Expedition

With a auto-start ignition, fo' fifteens hit it

With a sign on the back say "Let's go fishin"



[Chorus 1/2]



[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

Yeah, West Coast nigga...

Cream on the inside, clean on the outside

Twenty-fo' on the ol' schools sittin up high (high)

Push - I hit the gas, fuck a red light

All chrome Chevy signs on my tailpipe

I smash out Doggy Dogg live the +Boss' Life+

Show these niggaz what it cost and how to floss it right

They hear the song and they Jerk to it all night

Euro grill, candy paint drippin off white (drip, drip, drip...)

Yeah, we got the streets turned up

Purp in my blunt, brown in my cup

Boat motor in my engine, 15s' in my trunk

Ice Creams' on my feet, I'm a fuck the streets up

(Fuck it up!) Wet paint job, shift kit, no clutch

Pocket fulla money with some Hustle Boy Chucks

Sugar coat seats, soft white crust

They say they ridin clean, but they ain't got it like us!



[Chorus 1/2]



[Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le]

Look, look...

It's 15s' in the trunk, let my beat bang (yep!)

Half of chicken on my neck, let my chain hang (yep!)

Fo fifty yellow rock'll make the ass swang

Chevy tuned up, bangin Hu$$le is my last name

For the rap game, still us in the fast lane

Pulled up at the spot, parked the Regal on the grass mayne

Swisher Sweets same color as the wood grain

They say, "Why you leave it runnin? " I say "Cause I'm in the hoooood, mayne~! "

Clean on the ourside, cream on the inside

Ask around, bet they tell you that I been fly

Way befo' Xzibit show, I had a +Pimp Ride+

And "All Money In" is the motto that we live by

Look, shit kept gettin betta fo' me

You hatin on me? It's whatever, I get cheddar, homie

I'm well-paid so the people know me

Ridin wood grain and leather only...

Hu$$le



[Chorus 1/2]



[Verse 4: Jim Jones]

Splash - (candy bought) I'm drippy

Car so clean that the paint looks slippy (Hold on!)

Caught the swag flu so I got these niggaz sick-y

Coney ice cream teh way the girl started lickin

(Baskin Robbins) Give her the shovel the way she diggin me

(Dig that!) +Victory+ - (Ow!) Just the +B.I.G.+ in me

Yeah, my game fly, I make the nasty girls get with me

(Nasty!) And after the telly, it's all history

(Gone!) Chickens - rotisserie

We can make it snow muthafucka, betta getcha skis (We got it!)

Told her turn it up as I hit the speed

Push the head down, word is bond as I hit the weed

(Uh-ohhhhhh)



[Verse 5: Soulja Boy]

Yeah shawty, Soulja Boy big dawg

Black-on-black Lamborghini, ice cream paint job

WOOOSH! Black card bank card

So much money, look like I had the bank robbed

Flow cajin, spicy punchline

Disrespect me, get jumped like the lunch line

Titanic swag like I'm standin on a boat

Man ya boy's got money, but ya flow still broke

No pad, no pen I'm goin in

Flyin down the highway, blowin on a Kush-ington

I'm gettin money like I never would believe

So many tattoos that my skin cain't breathe

I'm gettin old money but I'm a youngsta

My swag presidential make Obama wanna sponsor me



[Chorus 1/2]



[Outro: Dorrough]

Ha, yeaaaaah!

REMIX! Say, we ain't doin it big

We doin it major, ya feel me?

Mr. D-O-Double R - "Dorrough Music"

Album in sto's August 4th

A-yeah buddy, a-yeah buddy

A-yeah buddy, Heeeey, heey, heey, heeey, heeey, heey

Yessir