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[Ad-libs]
Yo, what's up?
What's up, playa?
What's up, kinfolk?
Oh yeah, we down it with it down here
We shines up the dubs
We blow dro, we glass it up
Oh yeah, we rag it back, we put the hard top on that thing, shawty
Do it like my west coast homies, put it on the ground, let fire come out the back
What y'all know about that?

[Verse 1: Slip Matola]
It's going down
Young ballers with seven figures
Eighty foot candy painted yachts on the river
Platinum hitters
That's all I delivers
Tattoos
On all affiliates and members
Say hoes, Little J drops in December
Until then, I bails through the land of gang members
Hot hoppers
Scandalous hoes and crooked coppers
24/7 we grind feds try to pop us
Can't stop us
Whole clique back out on choppers
And rock by my side quick to blast like Binoca
We do it dubs
This year it's 22s
Via satellite live on BET News
We crack rap
Street niggaz demand scratch
Front and back
Rack Bentleys with ice plaques
Bombing on buses hurting hating it's like "whoah!"
And if you didn't know I straight bang for my logo

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bending corners
Hitting switches
Swerving these trays on big bunk suspensions
Come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on
Shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty!

[Verse 2: Khujo]
All my west coast homies slam on your brakes
Hit the gas
Go slow, go fast
Atlanta niggaz drive the ass
Down the yellow brick road in a flash
Khujo Goodie, A-Town boss jack
In a lumbalac
Keep, off the sack
This how I'm yacking in an alien swerving
Deuce trays cutting them up like surgeons
Hit them indiscriminate hollering like virgins
Don't come through here facing fly they calling me like serving
Lick hitting got us in dips splurging
Reckless
In the empress
With the gold fist padding
Plus it's bitching
Bending corners over snakes vanilla busters attracting all the neighborhood
Jailbaits
Mustard and mayonnaise, it's icing on the damn cake!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mark Twayne]
I represent that 105 Crear Road
I hit the block in Chevy with the brains blown
I put it down for my folk on flat shores
Over to Clay Cole back up to Pinona Road
Them South boys with a mouth full of gold
Off in the door cliqued up with the west coast
Hitting switches, candy paint on Lo-Los
Bending corners, looking for them po-po
.45 cap with extra clips in the back (back)
Chromed out wheels with the bump in the match (match)
Drop that ass to the floor whenever we hit the gas (gas)
Kept them switching lane to lane blowing on dro when I pass (pass)
Rolex on voes, deuces on six-fours (fours)
Hit the trunk with the dro hauling the money carload (load)
Southwest connect, from LA to the Deck
Slip Matola, Khujo Goodie, Mark Twayne, doing jets
We..

[Chorus]
[Ad-libs]  Yo, what's up?  What's up, playa?  What's up, kinfolk?  Oh yeah, we down it with it down here  We shines up the dubs  We blow dro, we glass it up  Oh yeah, we rag it back, we put the hard top on that thing, shawty  Do it like my west coast homies, put it on the ground, let fire come out the back  What y'all know about that?    [Verse 1: Slip Matola]  It's going down  Young ballers with seven figures  Eighty foot candy painted yachts on the river  Platinum hitters  That's all I delivers  Tattoos  On all affiliates and members  Say hoes, Little J drops in December  Until then, I bails through the land of gang members  Hot hoppers  Scandalous hoes and crooked coppers  24/7 we grind feds try to pop us  Can't stop us  Whole clique back out on choppers  And rock by my side quick to blast like Binoca  We do it dubs  This year it's 22s  Via satellite live on BET News  We crack rap  Street niggaz demand scratch  Front and back  Rack Bentleys with ice plaques  Bombing on buses hurting hating it's like "whoah!"  And if you didn't know I straight bang for my logo    [Chorus: repeat 2X]  Bending corners  Hitting switches  Swerving these trays on big bunk suspensions  Come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty, come on  Shawty, come on shawty, come on shawty!    [Verse 2: Khujo]  All my west coast homies slam on your brakes  Hit the gas  Go slow, go fast  Atlanta niggaz drive the ass  Down the yellow brick road in a flash  Khujo Goodie, A-Town boss jack  In a lumbalac  Keep, off the sack  This how I'm yacking in an alien swerving  Deuce trays cutting them up like surgeons  Hit them indiscriminate hollering like virgins  Don't come through here facing fly they calling me like serving  Lick hitting got us in dips splurging  Reckless  In the empress  With the gold fist padding  Plus it's bitching  Bending corners over snakes vanilla busters attracting all the neighborhood  Jailbaits  Mustard and mayonnaise, it's icing on the damn cake!    [Chorus]    [Verse 3: Mark Twayne]  I represent that 105 Crear Road  I hit the block in Chevy with the brains blown  I put it down for my folk on flat shores  Over to Clay Cole back up to Pinona Road  Them South boys with a mouth full of gold  Off in the door cliqued up with the west coast  Hitting switches, candy paint on Lo-Los  Bending corners, looking for them po-po  .45 cap with extra clips in the back (back)  Chromed out wheels with the bump in the match (match)  Drop that ass to the floor whenever we hit the gas (gas)  Kept them switching lane to lane blowing on dro when I pass (pass)  Rolex on voes, deuces on six-fours (fours)  Hit the trunk with the dro hauling the money carload (load)  Southwest connect, from LA to the Deck  Slip Matola, Khujo Goodie, Mark Twayne, doing jets  We..    [Chorus]