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...