[Intro:]

Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago

This song's for, those that don't got though

It ain't bout where ya from, it's where ya at now

Put your hands up, if you all about stacks now



[Hook:]

Southside, them boys be so fly now

Westside, them G's be so high now

Eastside, then down to Daytona

Northside, you know they gon ride what



[E.S.G.:]

You know the playas down South, we like to ride drop tops

Flip bricks, and keep the damn trunk popped

West Coast, they keep the hydro lit

Wear the wrong color, get your 6-4 hit quick

Midwest, them boys be on thug shit

20 inch daytons, on a old school Cutlass

East Coast, they represent Burrows

Down here, boys stay sipping purple

Sprewell circle, never stop spinning

Showing twenty G's, everytime I'm grinning

H-Town D-Town, all the way to Austin

Tell the world look at Texas, hell yeah we balling

Can't forget the B-O-G, that's my Louisiana hood

New Orleans Laffeyette, Lake Charles Baton Rouge

Arkansas Alabama, Mississippi feeling flossy

Chi-Town, ATL and Milwaukee



[Hook x2]



[E.S.G.:]

When I'm in D-Town, we make the block bleed

What's up Big B, what's up Greg Street

Troy D, Dolby D, Billy B, G.T.

Steve Nice, J. Tweezy, Walter Deezie

When I'm in Shreveport, Gramlin and Monroe

With Bay-Bay, Long John and Yo-Yo

Grave Digger what you know, Delinare Paso

Gripping grain with Wild Wayne, DJ Ro and Nino

Me and Tron in the Hummer, balling for the summer

Independent cat, putting up Outkast numbers

St. Louis let's do it, with your country grammar

Oklahoma, Kentucky can't forget Indiana

I'm a cash stacker, thug slash actor

Saw the Dirty 3rd, way up in Nebraska

Laws roll right past us, good they missed me

Heard them ese's love us, down in Corpus Christi



[Hook x2]



[E.S.G.:]

We hit Las Vegas, fifty G's on my neck

Hundred grand in my hand, trying to play roulette

See we country boys, with kilos for cattle

Tacoma owners, another sto' in Seattle

Here we come for the sun, where them L.A. strippers

We all young rich niggaz, like them L.A. Clippers

Gucci on my zipper, button up on my back

Heard that East Coast like, Cranberry with the yack

On the West Coast, they got the best do-do

But at the car shows, they got the best low-lows

But what you boys know, bout promethazyne

Slamming do's on 4's, pop trunks and screens

We take new foreign cars, put candy paint on em

Two fine broads, put pounds of dank on em

Bogalusa lumber jacker, a Leprechaun slapper

I supply the birdman, I'm the Boss holla at ya



[Hook x2]



[Intro]



[talking:]

G'eah, SES in the do' know I'm tal'n bout

Multi-million dollar label, E.S.G.-Big Sin doing our thang

Brandon Stacks, Carmen San' this how it's going down

Big Craig what's up, Jun-Yo my boy Rod G

Big Jewel C but hey, we bout to have a drink right now

Say bartender, yeah-yeah you bartender (yes sir)

Hey check it out, give me four bottles of Cris'

And two of that Mo', (coming right up sir)

And a lil' purple stuff, (can I roll with y'all) roll with us

(I see all these fine ladies) fa sho, (these nice cars) you know

(and all these pretty jewels) what, (say E, put a brother down man

I pack a speaker something) hol' up (I sing a lil' bit)

(My love have you ever seen a, Candy Coated Excursion)

Hol' up man, you done blew my high with that gay ass shit

I gotta call my girl Kim Coleman, g'eah