[Intro] 

WOOOO!!! Hah! Californ-a-ee 

Sly Boogy! Hah! 

Fin to make this crack, real quick 

It ain't no problem, believe me man 



[Chorus] 

It's nothing, we drunk and - we buzzing 

Tonight we gon be clubbing 

This function - is jumping 

Tonight I'm fucking something 

We hustling - we thugging 

Talk shit we gon be dumping 

No bluffing - it's easy 

Believe me man it's nothing 



[Verse] 

You might see in the back with a flask of yac 

Swinging on it like I'm guzzling the glass or tap 

Wit some cush' wrapped up in a plastic sac 

With the finesse that the rest of these bastards lack 

When I fall up in the spot, all the bitches pause 

It's the nigga from the block wit the biggest balls 

And there ain't too many niggaz that can fit his draws 

And when he wile out, you don't wanna get involved 

Cause it ain't no love and the slugs gon spray 

When they close the club cause a thug don't play 

And sho nuff, can really have a fucked up day 

Cause I'm serving up more beef than a buffet 

Oh yeah! Wit way more flavors than Now & Laters 

Wit some playas that's as crazy and shady as Al Queda 

Uh huh! That specialize in laying down haters 

If ain't now, it's going down later, believe me 



[Chorus] 



[Verse] 

Nigga I'll snatch your car 

Then back slap you for acting hard 

Rat Pack you and mack your broad 

And clap at you from handle bars 

Wit a bite that's as bad as Jaws 

Uh huh! Nigga you don't even have to like me 

When it comes to being sheisty, I'm twice as likely 

Jack your jewels if your ice is pricey 

Snipe you wit the too-lz [tools] and swipe your wifey 

WOO!! And get all up in your brain like witch doctors 

I don't really need no chains and wrist watches 

Uh! I blow like propane, you can't stop this 

Wit more game than PS2's and Xbox's 

I got some sexy foxes, breasts topless 

Butter pecan 'Rican, banelas and plus chocolates 

Yeah! All up in the Mosi feeling freaky 

And when I say it's gon pop, believe me 



[Chorus] 



[Verse] 

Contest that Budha blessed the best cheeba 

No stretch, straight to the chest the best reefer 

With the anesthetic effects of fresh ether 

Jack up your leverage and mess your technique up 

I'm dangerous in sex wit a ruff neck skeezer 

Stocking up the medicine chest with lexzeva [?] 

I bring the beef and bust, wet your team up 

Then break out like flesh infected with eczema 

Uh! I pull ho's and pour, then blow doja 

Bulldoze over my foes and blow toasters 

Book shows over the globe, it's our culture 

Repping the West Coast and posing on posters 

WOO!! I chin check when I come from the shoulders 

And catch wreck when I come from the holsters 

And clap the four-feezy and run 

This is easy an 1 plus 1, believe me 



[Chorus x2] 



Hah!! 



[Scott Storch Instrumental Outro]