Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!            [Daz]      Y'all niggas get ready to get high!            What we doin in here y'all, huh?      Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin      Drinkin, c'mon            [HOOK:]      This for my niggas on the east coast rollin      Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin      All my niggas in the street wit caine      Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up      This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin      Six-four rollin, three wheel motion      All my dogs on the block just loc'n      Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up            [Verse 1]      B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again      I'm in the club with the fifth again      West coast niggas sippin gin      East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in      I'm in the back where it's dark as hell      Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L      And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores      Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for      Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave      I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash      I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes      I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke      I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones      Til the, feds come get me air out guns      From the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh            [HOOK]            [Verse 2]      I'm on the block til the pack get sold      Don't pack just roll      Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'      Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold      Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold      All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's       SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes      That's right fuck coppers holmes      We bust choppers holmes      We on the block sent them choppers on      Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased      That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets      Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks      That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops      Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks      To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off      From pickin up bitches, hittin switches      St Ives to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo            [HOOK]            [Verse 3]      All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails      Say fuck they PD's and duck jail      Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts      Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin      You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie      Don't gangsta lookie      Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie      Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me      What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?      Call state to the Staples Center      The four quake'll put staples in ya      Nigga zip up your stomach      Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em      That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons      Whether I, push the truck to pick up clucks      To get they feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off      From pickin up bitches, hittin switches      St Ives and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo            [HOOK 2X]            [Daz]      Yeah, (I make 'em walk)      Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)      Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)      For life, do it like that, put your hands up!      (Kurupt)      Make them switches bounce nigga      California put your hands up nigga      Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga      Don't play no games fool      And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em      Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...      Bouncin, bouncin...