This goes out to all sides worldwide

Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride

where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive

And lame motherfuckers can barely survive





One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch

Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick

Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh

Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit

The high discover me, hit the front porch

Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone

I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them

got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone

Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell

What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit

I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit 

Call up the buddies you be tight with

We ain't really gon be doin too much though

We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes 

Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang

and slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing

Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit

Speedpass the clit and get passionate

Grab the buckle and unfasten it

and we can get into some ol' nasty shit

Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus

This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie

Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by

but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high

cause it feels so good





It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good 

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes 

Straight pimpin with nowhere to go

And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good

(When we ridin high)

Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes

Straight pimpin with nowhere to go





Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up

when niggas we lust smokin some but the flame tight

Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain

and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night 

Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the scrap

Even we sent Deebo back to back to back

We still be holdin' stacks of packs

Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks

Hustlin and chillin's what I'm focusin on

Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on

If ain't no strokin we strollin along

Rollin the chrome out really trippin

because we take the smoke to the dome

Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones

glisten from all the sunlight

Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight

Booty hung right and every night we see at least one fight

Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques 

Now together we mush

but when are we strapped through and rug cutters

Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers

Ridin every one of y'all my muhfuckers

So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome

We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown

Hopin to get my thang on

Not matter what block you stay on kick it

Round the world it's the same song

(so the Mobsters just flame on)

For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood

Now we got up on hittin the cuz

From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves

mo' we got up on some bud

Straight hittin' up the block searching for love

Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone

Smokin delight the body right what the party like

Are you as live as I come roll with meso we can ride the sky

But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high

cause it feels so good









Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze

thinkin how can I get mo' cheese

Bumpin a system costin 4 G's

I stay on my P's for the po-P's

Split the Phillie with my door keys

Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through

Sit on the floor playin Tekken 2

Lesson two I'm adressin you

Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew

Bring out the best in you 

Confessin true lies about your inner thighs

and where they been hopin maybe you be my lady

What's the potatoes without the gravy

what you feelin on maybe soft with the silicone baby

but can you pay me?

Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll

while rockin dope flows I'll lose the spot if I choose to stop

We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about

how later on you comin' out your clothes, shoes and socks

Now is that news or not?

Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O"

Get a "B" and split it now watch me kill it

Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro

on billets take a choke on so I can really feel it

Thinkin' about not having the rich life

but the hood life was still a good life

and that we know always and forever though

for ever more rollin in the ghetto with nowhere to go

and it feels so good