(feat. Mr. Lil One)



[Mr. Lil One] Woo, that's right, that's right

Lil' One and Sicc

Representing for the Southeast clan

[Young Sicc] Uh, homie

Straight up dog

[Mr. Lil One] You know how we do this

[Young Sicc] Gangsta Gangsta

[Mr. Lil One] Too many of you fools be selling woof tickets

Beyond be doing the thing man

[Young Sicc] Ain't knowing how these eses put it down homie

[Mr. Lil One] I'ma break it down like this

Sicc, tell em how we do dog



[Young Sicc]

It be that real riding steelo dog, that we're bringing

To keep it gangsta, having everybody swingin

Never try and test those riders from the West Coast

Stomping through hoods packing heat up in the trenchcoats

Sicc and the Lil' bring flavor like skittles

Ladies all hyped up screaming in the middle

Something never seen before, styles they've been fiending for

Something for them knuckleheads rolling with them beenies low

Gangsters make the world go round

So now they all bow to the Dago town

I put it down for all the homies from the hood to the pen

Six-trey Chevrolet got me hopping again

I got all my girlies loving it, because we're thugging it

And got the industry knowing who be running it

Everybody loving it, everybody bumping

Southern Cali represent just to bring a little something



[Chorus: Young Sicc]

For my South, Southsiders, siders

For the East, Eastsiders, siders

For the West, Westsiders, siders

For my Southeast riders

For my South, Southsiders, siders

For the East, Eastsiders, siders

For the West, Westsiders, siders

For my Killer Cal riders



[Mr. Lil One]

Beware of the big dog, I get ferocious

Hypnosis, here's a dozen roses

Poses for the camera, seems that we're having a

Merry old time, shit this outta be a crime

Look at all these nickles trying to plug up with the Sickos

Begging for me to tickle them, begging for my pickle and

I'ma give it to em, but first I gotta finish up this verse

For my little homie Sicc, how it hurts

The worst is yet to come, it's Sicc and Lil' One

The party just begun, bottles full of rum

Ladies in bikinis, cholos with their beenies

Every little nickle got a bottle like they're genies

Granting me whatever, but never never slip

I'm I rider from the South and I'm all about my chips

Sicc much love dog, handle what you gotta

Mr. Lil' got your back, Mr. Evil Stigmata



[Chorus]



[Young Sicc]

You know we bring it the sick way, you got that heat pass it this way

Yeah, you know you're riding with some eses

Who got the game sewed up from block to block

Hit em with something proper leave em all +Shellshocked+

I got bloods b-walking, got crips c-walking

Others done bowed down to the stuff that we're talking

Known for keeping it gangster cuz gangster is what it is

Much love to my cousins Hoggy Dog and G-Whiz

For my BG's and double OG's and shot callers

Love to my doggy Spanks up in Chukawala

From the South Bay back to Southeast to Oceanside

Riders in the streets just wait to colide

San Diego tizown to the LBC

Compton and South Central to the SMB

The SGV, the East LA, y'all know what's up

For my Killer Cal riders, let me see you toss it up



[Chorus x2]