Verse One: Belo
 Since I'm 'Lo let me flex this
 If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
 Song smooth not reckless
 Swing it high and ride from 'Side to Texas
 Give the game up since I came up
 Blew my name up  check out the rhythm
 make them all wanna flame up
 Strike a match to a lighter
 A message to a young ridah  on the sight of
 pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your dime hat
 Bitchin to skins, saw that
 I can tell you where the mob at
 At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at
 Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
 Shootin back for the small scratch
 Trey-Fo' what you call that?
 Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called
 by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
 Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
 Took a chill, but I still had to pose
 And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone
 Chorus: Johnny P
 Can you smoke it right
 With a playa, like me, and you, oh babe
 Can you smoke it right
 With a playa, like me, and you
 Verse Two: AK-47
 See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats
 In the roll like two sacks
 Dub essential when my homey came up
 On the same drug for layin up they holla who that
 Double check, just a couple hoes
 Tryin to see where my head was at
 On some problem shit
 Wish to be up within the party shit
 With the blunts and Bacardi shit
 With the way she was dressed she might as well
 had nuttin on your body bitch
 Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
 Nuttin but the proper cheese
 To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick
 But really doe, once a man advance
 and bend blocks smoke the last of these
 Pimp cats done CC's
 Heavy G's ninety-six flippin clips bout naturally
 Bags seized through Darnell
 Heavy sacks and drop-tops
 Now look on your map and spot
 where we, R-I-D, E, and smoke
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Belo
 I, made my money on the DL
 Closed shop in the Pontiac we bail
 To the mall to ball we're all pall
 Cause a brother gonna floss in front of these females
 To the retail
 Five double oh period double oh these suits
 The Girbaud with the boots
 Then I scoop, up the loot
 Paid the cash and dashed past the lab or the members of
 Put my foot in motion, exits the sto' with my brand new gear
 Spring game in her ear
 Tell her Miss to please me and dance till it'll make me hear
 Get her dizzy off the Stanberg
 Girlie had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handle her
 like a man, I'ma stand if I fall
 And when I fall, then the city better make the call
 Left the mall, by the minutes of clothes
 I suppose I get dressed to impress these hoes
 Getty shoe fresh Guess from head to toe
 Only wearin in the do' what the playas know
 Bet y'all wanna see me niggaz wanna be me
 Never will they pimp free, pimp costs
 And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin high while we ride
 Chorus
 [Johnny P]
 Can you smoke it right, in the back seat of a Cad'
 Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
 Whoa yeah, whoahhah, yeah
 Can I say it one more time
 Can you smoke it right, in the back seat of a Cad'
 Choppin up the paper for my homies Do or Die
 Whoa yeah, can you smoke it right
 with me baby, check it out...
 Can you ride right, ride ride ride ride
 C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
 Can you ride right, ride ride ride ride
 C'mon girl ride ride ride ride
 Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)
 Won't you ride with me baby (won't you ride with me baby)
 With my homey Belo
 My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby
 Check it out
 C'mon baby, oh yeah, can you ride with me baby
 Ohhhwhoaaaah yeah, come girl
 Won't you ride (I gotta know, I gotta know) I wanna go
 Do you wanna go, yeahhh