Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four   With the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe   Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch   Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro      Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge   In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on   I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it   20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett      You can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J   The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage   He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free   The quarters is 75, the ball is live      Ain't nobody fumblin' on my block   We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock   Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop   Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers      What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me   Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me   My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me   What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me      I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks   I push paper to increase my shine   I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco   And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'      Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B   Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis   Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow   'Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so      None of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode   'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow   Pick up the Game, let's count some cash   Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask      On some other shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now   We on the West coast, seek and destroy now   It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown   We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now      What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me   Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me   My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me   What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me      The underboss, ill too fast   Buildin' my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag   Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Bill Gates   From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's      San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California   Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya   Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the cops   Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya dude      But nah, the ball, it don't stop   A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock   Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro   Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual      Holdin' weight in the dope state   Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]   Watch our bread and our team skyrocket   Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it      What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me   Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me   My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me   What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me