This is what we call gospel, alpha, mega, funky, boogie, disco, music  Made for you to cruise with, in ya Jeep, Cadillac or tha Benz  Down the strip with ya girl and your friends, just floatin', west coastin'  Hittin' switches in the ragtop boastin', just rollin' on hundred spokes  Ridin' with your ken folks, bumpin' this jam and getting high off the holy ghost smoke  One puff, 2 puff, 3 puff, 4 puff, 5 I'm feeling real high, leanin' to the side  With the homie Mista Grimm, in tha O.G. gangsta ride  Candy apple with the custom interior, inferia, when it be comin' to rippin' these microphones  Mi familia, is the dopest, no hokus pokus, tha locest vocalist and most ferocious  Rapper is bogus, when I spit, they hopeless    Chorus  We just dippin', in the Lincoln, with the hommmies and the OG's trippin'  Off me rims and the chromed out engine, hydrolics switches and the pioneer system  We just dippin, hittin switches, in the 6-4, rollin' deep in the trenches  Sttin' in chromed out 22 inches, bumpin that west coast sound to the fullest!    Dip, dip, bounce, bounce, front, front, back, back  Right Dayton spokes in the air as I hit that, C-O-R-N-E-R-T-B-O-N-E-&-M-I-S-T-A-G-R-I-double M  Rapiando, cantando, in the 6-4 brincando, pitando, at the homies  Cuz me and Grimm got flava like asada and cilantro, tocando oldoes  As we ride slow, y corriendo, from the po-po, somos los mejores brother  Oh you didn't know, from West Covina to fogtown Frisco, "O"riginal  In the classic blastin' war, hardcore with the suicide doors, L-dang  Riviera, Cutlass, whatever you're in, just keep bumpin' this    these lyrics are submitted by FF5 Fan