[Intro]

That's right, uh... recognize real ghetto vision, nigga

Cleveland... open up ya' doors



[Verse 1: Ray Cash]

I'm in the old school '84 Delta 88

Wit' a ounce, but I'm bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight

Bumpin *Biggie* in the pioneer as I reminisce

Before that it was "D'evils" took 'em back to '96

I went down to houston for some face

Mary Jane wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing

Six-hundred for some big "O's", *400 degrees*

I'm a ho, Playaz Club, *Ice Cube*, *Master P*

And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got "UGK"

Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?

I'm just stickin' and movin', under my seat is my tool, and I keep it for

any nigga wanna be trippin' or foolin'

I'm just bumpin' my music as I'm spinnin' the ben

I'm bumpin' *Pac*, picture me rollin' without spillin' my "Hen"

Yeah... Yeah, now as I spin in the ben, I'm bumpin' *Pac* picture me rollin'

without spillin' my "Hen"



[Hook: repeat 2X]

I'm just bumpin' my music... music... music..

bumpin' my music

Wanna hear my music? Well let me open up my door

Release my reefer smoke so you can hear my speakers blow..



[Verse 2]

Now back to the '84 big body 2 door

No blaze on the muhfucka but it still roll

Memba' what told you what I had stashed in the dash

Back in the past... well... now I got two "O's"

Ricky tells, two show, comin' out hard

Doors wide open, kids dancin in the yard

While I'm stuntin' like Evel Knievel man

Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and "Rivas" man

Rollin' in "slow mo", like the whole block screwed

Like bill '79, bumpin' *Devin the Dude*

On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' *R. Kelly*

And right before I cut her, it was "Confessions" from *Usher*

She ain't used to a thug, she love the way I ride

While I'm bumpin' "My Life" by *Mary J. Blige*

See I damn near cried day *Rick James* died

See that shit was "cold blooded", but the music keep pumpin'



[Hook]



[--Verbal--]

Yeah... Face Mob is in the builind

I'm in the area

Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?

And I got some shit I'ma put you on... I'ma put you on that shit I be on



[Verse 3: Scarface]

It was like FUCK THE POLICE comin' straight from the underground

A young nigga blowin' *Big* comin' down

A nigga with the attitude easy re-in' *Dre and Q*

Creepin' up the avenue, that how you had to do

YES... I'm the rhythm, the rebel without a cause, never lowerin' my level

I'm on some *Chuck D* shit from PE

Six in the mornin' I hustle with *Ice T*

Six in the evenin' I'm chillin' wit' *Willy B*

Leavin' out the nickel I'm bumpin' some *Kool G. Rap*

Back to the neighborhood, shoot me some craps

I'm fuckin' wit' that pluck wit' the kool aid pack

And now I got a brotha by the name of *Warren Lee*

Hot shot Regal illegal, like marley

I get down like I'm *BDP*

Ass blaster like blast faster cocked and squeeze



[Hook]