[Intro]

Westside

East, to the fuckin South

Gangstas



[Verse 1]

Hoo-bangin like a G, ready to ride and regulate it all

Dippin is essential in the C. when I mad-dog

The khakis stay creased and we mob like the nazis

2 niggas are puttin it down, call us the twin John Gottis

See hoes on the dick and the hoes are ready to ride

But I don't see nothing wrong, so I hit and shake the spot

G's from the campus leavin a sample of pure funk

From the trunk to the ear as the 12 vegas bump

I make your head nod as we slide block to block, loc'

Chronic got me gone, crack the window to release the smoke

Shit, Rhimeson is seein demons

Cut the braids, hoes still fiendin for the semen and I'm schemin

It's action-packed shit for your whole fuckin clique

West Coast G's ain't the niggas to be fuckin with

S.C. Cartel dwells in the slums slangin crumbs

Test your vest, if you will I let this Nine steel hum

BiAtch



[Chorus]

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through L.A., what do I see ?       

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through CHICAGO, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me



[Verse 2]

Rollin in a low-low but I'm not solo

My heat is a H.K., underlay the plus A              

Cappin your ass quicker than a G

So that's who I rolls with when I'm twistin D's

My dress code's casual, you know the routine

Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks lookin hella clean

My low-low's wet, so what's next nigga

I can hit a switch and make you wreck nigga

Fuckin with a young vet nigga

Ain't nuthin goin on but the gangsta

South Central's finest, Murder Squad's finest

Try to take my low-low, I be seein 24 low-low

With a L, that's on my baby girl

You hear these bullets hummin, comin atcha

They'll snatch ya, caught up in a rapture

Fuckin with me the O.G. from the S.C., swap meet dweller

Quick to pull the heat in your cellar



[Chorus]

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through ATLANTA, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through ST.LOUIS, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me



[Verse 3]

Ta-dow! How you like me now

As I skate in a rag 8 with Mc Eiht 

Collectin stripes, dumpin all night

We too tight as we ride, slide

With the heat on my side

A .45'll knock your ass closer to the sky

Nigga you best to break fast like juice

Lettin 32 loose from the carbon deuce-deuce

Fuck a truece, 'cause when I go y'all gots to bury me

In my Chuck T's, Khakis and B.V.T.

Y'all feelin me, still a G

Cold drop the four and roll to the store for 'gnac

I gets bent like that

Rata-tat-tat from Mac 10's, hit the corner and spin

On them D's, yellin: 'Fuck you G, nigga this's S.C.C.'

We regulates the S.C., I puts it down for C.C.

With baby Nine next to me fool, and when we dump

We're head-huntin for punks, so you better try

To play rug and lie



[Chorus]

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through TEXAS, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through OAKLAND, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through ILLTOWN, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

Rollin through MACKTOWN, what do I see ?

A gang of mo' niggas dressed just like me

All day everyday I don't give a fuck

Long as I got on my Khakis, T-shirt and Chucks

All over the WESTCOAST, what do I see ?

A gang of G niggas dressed just like me